Perfect

Imagine biting the hand that feed you,

Spitting on the food you eat,

Well, we do it nevertheless by cutting our own body into piece.

Too fat! Too slim! Too light! Too tint!

We categorize,

Then colonize,

Torture it like a sin.

We embody our body with marks of tragic ink.

It nurture us, protect us, keep us alive

But we let it down if it fails to captivate other's eyes.

Our worth is decided by the trends

Trends that pass quicker than weather.

It is only cool for few days, after which it won't even matter.

Best side profile, no double chin, gorgeous freckles

You want it all.

Cat like eye, baby smile with big o-butt

Are you living to mimic a doll?

You want fat but not to be fat

You hate being skinny all along!

You let others insecurities get your best.

You bruise yourself with the pain that ain't even yours.

I know it's not your fault,

Fault of the wrong timeline.

But it is what it is; you can't do anything to change that fact, right?

You gotta hold the steering of your fucking life.

Don't let others tell you what your body should look like.

Don't let their insecurities hold you in a leash, mark your self image black and white.

Brace your insecurities, the part of yourself that you terribly hate

That makes you , YOU

Gives you edge and grace.

You are your best.

Your imperfections, your flaws make you perfect.

You were born perfect

You are still perfect nevertheless.

- Zelda

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