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. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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