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