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And there they sat.

Stacked one on top of the other.
An offer to collaborate with an ethical lingerie company and a stranger asking to see me in leather. 

I didn’t erase them, I checked in on them.
Every couple of days - a reminder that my body is beautiful and worthy of adorning in lace.
A reminder that I am objectified and stalked like prey in the night.