No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence 

No !

I am not a “thick badie”

And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me

Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”

 

But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:

 

I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs

And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses

 

I am blessed with my mother’s strength, patience and curves

Only to be held, by my own rough, strong hands, gifted to me by my father

 

What really makes me, is not a “thick ass” or “sexy breasts and a tight tummy”

BUT

My thunder thighs and legs, decorated with beautiful lightning  stretch marks

For when I walk, sparks brighten my path

Overcoming me with a sense and power of self determination and confidence

To get SHIT DONE TODAY

 

My scars, dark skin and body hairs make me feel as womanly as I can possibly be

In a world full of “illusioned perfectionists”

 

My description of “beautiful” can never be held by just 6 compact letters,  “P-R-E-T-T-Y”

I can never just see myself and my overall women and girls  being compressed in those 6 letters

 

Dear men and women,

We are not just “pretty”

We are not doing this whole complex thing of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide only to get validated by your opinion

Also for the men who rap we are not just your “shwaty who goes low, low, low; with apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur”

We are women, who only strive to reach the dark space, only to fill it up with our dynamic sparkling light

And a disclaimer for men, we, women, we have belly rolls, that can swallow you up without thinking twice

We are painted with cellulite, that adds up to making of a masterpiece

 

We, ladies, we are “flawless”

So stand up for your “flawless” self

Stand up for all the young girls, who think they are not beautiful and not good enough

To get validated by the monsters who walk as human among us

Instead of words like “perfect” and “pretty”

Teach them to speak of the “flawless” in them and in their spirit

Teach them to spread “girl to girl” love

Teach them to compete with oneself and not others

Teach them to love the skin they are in

Teach them to strive for education and knowledge instead of boys

 

But most importantly, tell them

Tell them, that they are not beautiful flowers

Tell them that they are the vigorous, high spirited wild flowers

That will rise again and again in the most unexpected corners in life

With a hope of survival and independence