body positivity movement
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It was a Friday morning people were happy all was well. You sat there, interacting with your friends I wanted to say hi yet All I thought was nevermind A word to the wise, life comes easy with a helping hand. So tell me your fears and I'll mak
My home moved often, a trailer one day, the next a house and the last a home
But I lived in my body
A home that I hated and a home that I couldn't escape
My ribs; a locked cage to prison a soul
All I need is that little push,
That little look in the mirror in the early morning.
The look that says:
"I can't live without you,
You collection of cells with your lovely curves.
There is a woman in my mind whoseshell grows and crumbles, collapsesand is rebornendlessly. A statue, a castlein some ancient landthat was first etched on archaic blueprints and
