I’m told i need to fix myself
That every piece of my body is misfigured
I’m too short then too tall
I’m too skinny then i'm fat
Nothing ever fits right
They tell me my body is a temple
They tell me i'm beautiful with my flaws
Then they want to renovate it?
They try to fix what they think is broken?
They tell me i'm the problem
That I'm trying too hard or not at all
But the real problem is them
Their lies and their deception.
I'm stuck in their invention
Of what I should and shouldn't be
Im screaming but my voice is unheard
My heart is being caged in an oblivion of hatred
Just STOP!
Stop looking for the worst in me
I'm not going to bow to your levels
I'm not going to lash back
Because you feel pity for yourself
Your nothing but a leech feeding off of others agony
And for what? Did you think by making us feel
As if we were nothing that you
Would feel like you were something powerful.
No more!
No more pain
No more accusations
No more icy stares in my direction
Because my body is a temple
I am beautiful with my flaws
And i have just one question for you
Are you ok with who you’ve become, and who you are?
Because I am.
And I always will be.