Bringheeseungback-
We used to race through sprinklers, sun drunk, wild and free, Grass stains on our knees were all we'd ever count or see. Barefoot in the July heat, our bellies soft with laughter, We never named a single flaw, nor chased the bodies after. But now we study menus like we have a test to pass, measuring each bite in numbers, not in joy or blades of grass. The mirrors grew more crowded as the summers slipped away. We learned to fear our shadows where we once just loved to play
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We learned to shrink our hunger, call it discipline, not loss, traded skipping stones for skipping meals and counting every cost. We said we just were “being good,” while starving out the light, turning playgrounds into treadmills, chasing smaller through the night.
Bringheeseungback-
But somewhere in the quiet, when the world is finally still, A softer voice begins to rise beneath the iron wall It whispers of the child in us who doesn’t know the scale, Who only knows the ocean’s pull, the laughter in the trail. It asks what we’ve been losing in this endless, numbered race: The salt of sunburned shoulders, freckles scattered on a face. And maybe we could loosen all the rules we’ve grown to trust, Let bellies round with dinner, let our joy reclaim the dust.
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So here’s to every version of the selves we’ve tried to hide, The thighs that touch, the softest parts, the belly at our side. To arms that held our friends up when their worlds began to shake, To legs that ran us home again each time our hearts would break.
Bringheeseungback-
To shoulders bearing stories that no mirror could reflect, To backs that learned to straighten under more than just respect. To faces lined with evidence of every year we’ve stayed, Surviving all the seasons that our younger selves once played. So here’s to every scar and curve we taught ourselves to fear— May we unlearn the language that could not hold us sincere; May every inch we used to curse remember how to roam, Until these bodies feel again like ours, like flesh, like home.
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So let them call us “too much” — we were never meant for less. We’ll take back every mirror, every inch of emptiness. Because the wild kids in the sprinklers never really disappeared; They’re waiting in our skin for us to say: you’re not the thing to fear.
Bringheeseungback-
We’ll dress in colors loud enough to drown out every rule, Laugh full and unapologetic, soft and shining, “never cool.” We’ll eat dessert on weekdays, let the whipped cream kiss our chin, And praise the simple miracle of waking in this skin.We’ll talk to younger versions of ourselves in bathroom light, Say, “You were never broken, you were brilliant, burning bright.” And when the world says “shrink yourself,” we’ll answer, calm and clear: “I wasn’t put here to be small—my love, I’m taking up my sphere.”
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:46 PM UTC
Bringheeseungback-
We used to race through sprinklers, sun drunk, wild and free, Grass stains on our knees were all we'd ever count or see. Barefoot in the July heat, our bellies soft with laughter, We never named a single flaw, nor chased the bodies after. But now we study menus like we have a test to pass, measuring each bite in numbers, not in joy or blades of grass. The mirrors grew more crowded as the summers slipped away. We learned to fear our shadows where we once just loved to play
Pink_Ink_Amber-
We learned to shrink our hunger, call it discipline, not loss, traded skipping stones for skipping meals and counting every cost. We said we just were “being good,” while starving out the light, turning playgrounds into treadmills, chasing smaller through the night.
Bringheeseungback-
But somewhere in the quiet, when the world is finally still, A softer voice begins to rise beneath the iron wall It whispers of the child in us who doesn’t know the scale, Who only knows the ocean’s pull, the laughter in the trail. It asks what we’ve been losing in this endless, numbered race: The salt of sunburned shoulders, freckles scattered on a face. And maybe we could loosen all the rules we’ve grown to trust, Let bellies round with dinner, let our joy reclaim the dust.
Pink_Ink_Amber-
So here’s to every version of the selves we’ve tried to hide, The thighs that touch, the softest parts, the belly at our side. To arms that held our friends up when their worlds began to shake, To legs that ran us home again each time our hearts would break.
Bringheeseungback-
To shoulders bearing stories that no mirror could reflect, To backs that learned to straighten under more than just respect. To faces lined with evidence of every year we’ve stayed, Surviving all the seasons that our younger selves once played. So here’s to every scar and curve we taught ourselves to fear— May we unlearn the language that could not hold us sincere; May every inch we used to curse remember how to roam, Until these bodies feel again like ours, like flesh, like home.
Pink_Ink_Amber-
So let them call us “too much” — we were never meant for less. We’ll take back every mirror, every inch of emptiness. Because the wild kids in the sprinklers never really disappeared; They’re waiting in our skin for us to say: you’re not the thing to fear.
Bringheeseungback-
We’ll dress in colors loud enough to drown out every rule, Laugh full and unapologetic, soft and shining, “never cool.” We’ll eat dessert on weekdays, let the whipped cream kiss our chin, And praise the simple miracle of waking in this skin.We’ll talk to younger versions of ourselves in bathroom light, Say, “You were never broken, you were brilliant, burning bright.” And when the world says “shrink yourself,” we’ll answer, calm and clear: “I wasn’t put here to be small—my love, I’m taking up my sphere.”
