there will come a time where you stop being so tense with yourself
where you stop scrutinising and start breathing out again
your body is not your enemy
your body is not your enemy
your body is not your enemy
there will come a time where you stop being so tense with yourself
where you stop scrutinising and start breathing out again
your body is not your enemy
your body is not your enemy
your body is not your enemy
You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,Why should you?
Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.
If you make a girl feel bad about her body u a bitch
(u also a bitch if u make a boy feel bad about his body)
I have lived
in my body
for years
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.
Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Rub your belly when it is full. Stroke your soft skin. Hug yourself, even if it’s silly, because it feels nice. Pleasure yourself. Do not touch your body with bad intentions. Do not pinch at the fat on your stomach. Do not scratch at your skin. Do not hate the shell you’re encased in.
Baby, let me rock your body, ride your body
Kiss your favorite spot
Tie your hands behind your back
Feel my fingertips above your shoulders
You like it when I drive it, yeah, I push the clutch
