I stare at the stars
If I stare long enough will they give me their beauty?
All I feal is small
When I stand and stare at them
I wish I had the courage to light up my night sky
To say to the earth, to my circle
Hey this is me!
With my curves!
With my fat!
This is me, I love me!
Why don’t you love me?
Why do you have to push me down?
Why do you have to put me in a box to love me?
All these conditions
All these grooming techniques
That I need to be me
That I need you to see to be me
That I need to feel free in my fake reality