From my eyes I can see
A lamp all jagged and scaled
Orange lit unshaven legs
Fat female thighs with bones beneath
There’s so much circulating
And people who want to tell me to love myself
Which I do
Though it isn’t yet seen as legitimate
Since I don’t prance around in small clothes
I am not ashamed, it is simply my choice
And there are days where I want to parade my skin
But those are few and un-lingering
Though do not claim I don’t love myself
It was a struggle indeed, but I have rebuilt myself
And my happiness
In spite of people like you
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