For you

Bingo wings, thighs that greet 
who is winning? Who is meeting defeat? 

skin like silk, the perfect dress, a head turner
run run run, hit that target fat burner
mummy tummy’s, nails not done
who is that chooses? That it’s perfection to be won 
admire the stretch marks and the hangy skin
who said we had to suck it in who said it was a sin 
Scars are memories of all sacrifice
not every wound comes from a hood and a knife 
just be happy for you and yours
When you post a smile nobody can see your sores
don’t pretend just be you and live 
don’t be so hard on yourself, to you forgive 
don’t worry about others thoughts we are all trying
Feel safe in your skin so you can hold the ones crying