My Body, Not Yours
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They tell me my skin isn't perfect
and think I can control it,
like it's my choice to have acne,
and I can just make it go away.
It's my body, not yours.
They tell me I need to eat more,
put on some weight, and workout.
You're too skinny they say. I can hear them
calling: "Hey toothpick, skeleton, bone boy!"
It's my body, not yours.
They say I am not good enough,
that I am not pretty enough,
that I'm not muscular enough.
But I tell them I am who I am,
and I love the way I look.
It's my body, not yours.
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