Self-Esteemed
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This bag of bones never fits right
This skin they're in too big, too tight
And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites
And the shape of my face never quite nice
But I love myself anyway
Flawless at being me anyway
I say these words until I believe 'em
Some call it narcissism;
I call it freedom
Because I’ve hated my body since kindergarten
Tried to starve and purge and push
Before I knew that I could be more
Even if I craved to be less
But why be less when I'm blessed
From the dried paint on my fingertips
To the stretchmarks on my thighs
From my blurry brown eyes
To my deep bellied sighs
From my hiccup-broken tears
To my wicked witch laugh
From me, to me
That's all it takes to be
Flawless, blessed, and free