sometimes life feels like fighting

fighting to be good
fighting to be better
fighting to be the best
fighting to be perfect.

to fit in that ideal of beauty.
we ruin and destroy our body
our fucking home!

no one owns you and no one owns your way of thinking about yourself and your life.

why can't we enjoy the peace of a golden summer day
without thinking about our "perfect bikini body"?

you are fucking perfect the way you are, the way you want to be, the way god created you and the way your mother brought you on this world.

this is for you
if you ever doubt yourself.

[c]
it hurts me if you say these words about yourself