Your body is your temple
Sweetie, to yourself you don't have to lie
All bodies are beautiful
But terms and conditions may apply.
Since I was little I observed
That to make someone feel pretty
You have to find someone else's beauty absurd
It's messed up, I know
That one of my own could think
They'll never find their Romeo
Because someone decided of they're beautiful or not after just on blink.
But after all this time I see
After all the hatred I received
After all the times I spent
Picking up who needed a reality check
After telling myself over and over again that it's okay
After trying to hide myself
After conforming after the expectations
And after accepting them as my foundations
I'm over it. I hope you see
how much of a pain society can be
It's not okay. But in my head, these morals will forever stay.