If Your Body Towels Wrote a Tell-all Diary

Who will believe the crappy treatment?

None treats us with some respect though we take care of your bodies even some of the very delicate parts; we get to do all the rounds and dry clean head to toe, even spots that smell different

Our lives have one abuse or the other. It is vulgar exposure when we cover your bare bodies and from the walls, we hang to watch your ablutions and the other private expulsion operations; you splash dirty water on us where we perch

when it is over, you rudely pull us down and twist and turn in various shapes to do what no other cloth does; some scrubbing, some pulling, some below the belt tugs even get us to clean your feet and to wipe your rough, scruffy hair with no concern for the rough damage on our own skin.

A little respect is not much to ask for all the care, we give every day. You manhandle us during laundry, and pass us through a steam chamber before we face blazing hot pressing iron to seal our lips from telling what we’ve seen.

And how shall we really tell and who will believe the crappy treatment we get for those very private and discreet services?

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