We are victims of our own society
Minds that are molded by idealistic body types and lifestyles
Why can't we change the way that men and women are objectified
Made up to believe that sadness is wrong
But feeling good about yourself is worse
We are victims of our own self
Shouting and screaming inside that I am you are we are not enough
But why won't we change the thoughts
Rolling through our brains that tell us something should be
Smaller
Tighter
Brighter
Healthier
Thinner
Smarter
Sexier
Better
Happier
Influenced by half naked posters
And photoshopped lives
The difference is the pulsing blood through every vein
It makes us real
Makes us vulnerable and relatable
Because although beautiful to see,
No one wants to cuddle the cold perfect statue of David
