I know I've gained weight Not too too much. Enough for me to notice To pick apart and **** Cry tears of failure, I'm a body positive fraud.
I finally liked my body Didn't hate all that I see But now that that is gone, I can only blame me.
Is this me or the "illness"? That I don't know I really want to fix this Don't want to grow and grow But therapy's taught me different Can't listen to that voice The one that screams and yells, "THIS WAS ALL YOUR CHOICE You're fat, lazy, inadequate, what the hell have you done, you'll grow and grow forever, weight gain never done."
Part of me wants to listen Part of me wants to fight Part of me wants to give up I'm tired of this smite.
My obsession with idealized perfection is an infection that's leading me in the wrong direction.
Perfect is non-existent. But our culture still wants us to strive Make money off our insecurities Profits they want to drive
I'm going to practice acceptance Less attention to this societal mess I've more to do than look perfect. Going to just do my best to be a person of value kind, caring and strong. That is what's been best for me Truly all along