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Fix My Eyes

Sarah, 16, Nj, GAY, Single. Tegan and Sara, Matt and Kim, Mumford and Sons, The Antlers, Ed Sheeran, John Green. I'm in love with all of them. Music and art are my passions. I try to stay optimistic but it doesn't always work out that way.
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Mary Lambert - Body Love

I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm 

like squeezing into last year’s prom dress 

I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking 

I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in 

I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin 

playing russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept 

that our bodies are fallible and flawed 

but when do we draw the line? 

when the knife hits the skin? 

isn’t it the same thing as purging, 

because we’re so obsessed with death, 

some women just have more guts than others 

the funny thing is women like us don’t shoot 

we swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue, 

still proceeding to put on make-up, 

still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive 

we might as well be buried with our shoes, 

and handbags and scarves, girls 

we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark 

into our skin 

I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too 

but the time has come for us to 

reclaim our bodies 

our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral, 

offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say, 

“I only know how to exist when I’m wanted” 

girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know 

we’re used up and sad and drunk and 

perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up 

and tell us that we did good 

You did good. 

( i know i am because i said am, my body is home) 

so try this 

take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked 

and remember the first time you touched someone 

with the sole purpose of learning all of them 

touched them because the light was pretty on them 

and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did 

touch yourself with a purpose 

your body is the most beautiful royal 

fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore 

are not your razor, no 

put the sharpness back 

lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin 

i once touched a tree with charred limbs 

the stump was still breathing 

but the tops were just ashy remains, 

i wonder what it’s like to come back from that 

sometimes i feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists 

and the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things 

i’ve ever seen 

love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet 

and brother, arm wrapping shoulders,

and remember, this is important: 

you are worth more than who you fuck 

you are worth more than a waistline 

you are worth more than any naked body could proclaim 

in the shadows, more than a man’s whim 

or your father’s mistake 

you are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4 

you are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C, 

your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood; 


you are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out: 


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