isn't it crazy
the amount of time
bullying our bodies?
Uttering mean words to them,
fueling them with garbage,
"why do you have to look like this?
function like this?
age like this?
ache like this?"
We waste our lives away
the shells we've been given,
the skin that envelopes us,
the hearts that beat within us,
the organs that work and work and work and work
to keep us going,
where is the love?
and each other?
because at the end of the day,
we all bleed the same colour.
you're a human,
I'm a human.
that is your body,
and this is mine.
I know Hollywood
has us all a little brainwashed:
we must look like this and this and this and this,
and if you don't,
you're not "normal,"
don't be fooled,
there is no right,
there is no correct,
[spoiler alert: everything is photoshopped anyway].
maybe one day Hollywood will change,
[though I doubt it],
but in the meantime WE can be the change in the every day,
yeno that quote that's been floating around:
where some feel empowered by showing skin,
and some feel empowered by clothing skin?
I think you can also feel both ways,
and I think your feelings about it
can change over time.
so embrace the skin you're in,
in however way that empowers you.
I'm trying to do so more myself lately - being me, embracing me, FOR me.
because these are the only bodies we've got,
and they'll be with us till the end,
with all of their glorious imperfections,
and magnificent scars,
and delicate wrinkles.
Oh, what a gift.
Oh, what a story.