Terms and Conditions

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.