You can't fix my body
I am not made of clay
Can't smooth away scars
Can't resculpt curves
Can't carve a smile on my face.
You can't fix my story
I am not a first draft
Can't erase years of abuse
Can't revise bad decisions
Can't add happily ever after.
You can't fix me
I am not a project
My body is marked by flaws
My story is laced with hurt
But I am not broken.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
You can't fix my body
I am not made of clay
Can't smooth away scars
Can't resculpt curves
Can't carve a smile on my face.
You can't fix my story
I am not a first draft
Can't erase years of abuse
Can't revise bad decisions
Can't add happily ever after.
You can't fix me
I am not a project
My body is marked by flaws
My story is laced with hurt
But I am not broken.
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