the girl who owns the world

I love the smell of my body. I have a very low tolerance to scented things, so I try to keep away from them in my day to day. But I love the smell of my body. Just the smell of my skin-neither clean or dirty, the smell of my fingers and hands after chopping celery and potatoes. The smell of dried sweat after a hot day, or even more unpleasant smells. I love them because they are mine, and no one can take them away from me.