You

They say that you're like a temple that your curves are like arches and your body shaped like a goddess, sacred and pure in every way possible, that your stretch marks are carvings made by God himself like he wanted to create art the day he made you.

But these are the same people that walk into the temple without consent, sometimes even without taking their shoes off because to them its just like a monument built for display, they stay inside of the temple that is you and try looking for their peace since you’ve always been welcoming without judgment and once their peace is found your bells are rung so loud that you turn deaf and all you can hear is their echo haunting you because they didn’t appreciate your comfort and shelter instead they pointed out flaws in how you were created and that is all they cared to noticed so you shut the doors to your sacred conserve because you know that not everybody can find peace in you as per needed, either they become your harmony or the duet is over.

So you put your guard up and wear your flaws like armour so that nothing can enter except for you working on yourself without those bells being rung, without you taping your wounds because it was difficult for them to understand the story behind the scars you wear with pride because Rumi once said, the wound is where the light enters you so you lighten up.