You don't like my dress? 

Neither do I. At all, really. 
But I won't change it for you.

Or myself, for you,
Or the world, for you,
Or for anyone, for that matter. 

When I go into that bedroom, 
And lower the blinds,
And turn up the lights,
And tear off this frock, 

I will look in the mirror 
And I will see
Me. 

A face that is mine and a body that is mine.

And as I'm looking, I'll tilt my head and furrow my brow,

And unhook my brassiere, 
Giggling as I watch my round breasts bounce freely.
Such beautiful things should never be changed.

Like the curve of my back, I notice as I turn away from the mirror.

Or the length of my thighs.

Or the brows above my eyes that speak a language foreign to none.

I am 
One. 

One beautiful soul among beautiful souls.

And I rise to the occasion when I look you in the eye and I say I'll change nothing for woman nor man.

Take it or leave it--
My breasts, 
My thick-brow'd eyes,
The hair between my substantial thighs--

Will never change for you.

I'll never change for you. 

Because I am lovely in the heart and in the nude.

And with that being said, 
Let me slip into something a little more comfortable.