Respect, hide shame.
Hide yourself, respect the shame/
/Hide your shame, respect yourself
Questions in progress…
What happened?
What happened that changed the way I was watched?
What happened that only the coverings of my self being matters?
Why can’t the growth of this innocent little girl be seen anymore?
Why is the covering of my self being all what others think about me?
Why would the level of my skirt determine who I am?
Where did the spirit of the little girl go?
Is it good that she had to adapt herself to an already existed structured of what female should be?
What is what?
What are we supposed to cover?
Shame or privacy? What is shame?
Does it depends on me, the society or my family?
Who defines what shame is supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to respect?
Myself or the others? Who is first?
Where is the border between these two?
Where is my personal area?
When does it reach privacy?
Why do I need to cover?
To protect? From what or whom?
What do I do with my opinion over this?
What is most important? Respect or protection?
Who is to be blamed?
Who decide what should be private about me?
Do I blame nature?
Do I blame the society? Do I blame myself?
Do I blame religion?
Do I blame family?
Do I blame God?
Do I blame Adam and Eve?
Or just Eve? Or the snake?
Do I blame my consciousness?
Where is it still me?
Is my consciousness something to do with who I am?
Is my consciousness part of myself?
Am I just everything that I don’t reflect endless hours on?
Is what I am just the part that I am not conscious of?
Is consciousness a curse?
Is it something I need to push away?
Do I need to be careless? Or careful?
What would be the respect I want to give to myself and others?
Is consciousness a kind of knowledge?
What is knowledge?
Does knowledge has something to do with intelligence?
Do I need to be intelligent here?
Who define the infrastructure of my body?
Which role?
Which role I play in this subject?
Which role plays the culture in this subject?
Do I want to walk naked on the street?
Who are the people listening to me until the end?
Are they irritated or curious?
What affords me to talk like this?
What is it?
Is it because I am a woman?
Is it because of the culture I grew up in?
Is it that I refuse to be in the body of a woman?
Is it because I don’t know my priorities?
Is it questions of protections?
What is consciousness in form of protection?
What is consciousness in form of weapon?
What is protection without weapon?
How can I control the use of my consciousness?
Is consciousness the opposite of Innocence?
Is consciousness the well named “SIN”?
Where is it personal?
When does it becomes private?
Where does protection appear?
What is the affordance of me being naked?
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