It does not hurt
I've grown a protective skin
not a shell at all
But I can't hide that little sting
deep down

I admit my share of the weight
So I worked on it, and landed
to a more luminous place

I am a new woman
it does not hurt I said
Now my eyes have changed
but my brain is essentially the same
And the pain remains

Now I live for me, myself and I
(and who do I fool with that?)
and God I've grown up so much
But sometimes I must admit
my skin and its corrective balm
they break down

it's a bitter victory
over myself
it's an ironic smile
that burst into laughter
between the legs

It's painful it's different
it's saving me,
because they simply won't
And yet the truth is one
And the Sun...
what we all chase