I will no longer bow
I will no longer bow down to body shaming
These thighs, they don't need to hide
Your weak moral standards, I will no longer abide
My body is beautiful, not worthy of maiming
From my frizzy hair to my painted black toes
Every inch of me is flawless
And I'm no longer afraid to let the world know
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