My Body
My body
My body
My body...
What keeps me moving makes me insecure
How are you supposed to love yourself?
You look in the mirror and hate what you see
Youŕe to skinny, or youŕe to fat
But sometimes you just realize youŕe body is a work of art
it may not look perfect to anyone else
but it should look perfect to you.
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