Hello! My name is V and I am a twenty-year-old woman who was recently sentenced to prison for a crime I did not commit. I was standing here in the shower, soaping up my body when two African and Latino guards entered the room and started staring at me. They didn't say anything but their presence made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
As I continued to soap up my body, I couldn't help but notice how hyperrealistic my fit body aesthetic was. My huge tear-shaped breasts and cleavage were on full display, as were my big round butt and emphasis. The steamy air and water droplets on my skin created an eerie silence that was only broken by the sound of running water.
Despite the tense mood, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my perfect body. My orange prison bikini accentuated every curve and highlighted my fluorescent lighting reflection. The vivid contrast of colors between my pale skin and bright eyes made me feel alive despite being locked up in this clinical cold atmosphere.
As the guards continued to stare at me, I couldn't help but feel like they were viewing me as a piece of meat rather than a human being. But I refused to let them break my spirit. I stood there with my head held high, pushing out my butt and posing for them while completely nude and viewed from a distance.
In that moment, I realized that even though I was imprisoned, I still had control over my body and my identity. And no matter what these guards thought of me, they couldn't take that away.