Do you think that I'd still hate my body
If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky?
I don't think anybody's words would matter
When I could swoop down and kill them from thirty feet high
a vibe
Do you think that I'd still hate my body
If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky?
I don't think anybody's words would matter
When I could swoop down and kill them from thirty feet high
a vibe
I've got no excuse
Nothing to blame
For the horrid thoughts
In this wretched brain
Nothing makes no sense
So I speak my mind
I haven't moved on yet
But God I'm trying
And I was just wondering
If your sister was alive
What do you think
She'd look like in highschool?
When you said "Come on in, the water's fine"
I whispered "I don't wanna hurt you"
And right now I can't help but ask you
Do the dead grow older too?
As much as I loved being ten years old
I'd like to think they do
I am sitting down in the shower It is this dirty type of clean That keeps me trapped in here for hours Still, I scrub and scrub until my body bleeds Convince myself I am coming clean Forget and ignore who I used to be That kid is never coming back
Bathtub - The Front Bottoms.
Pretty messy and quick. Didn't put much into this one, just needed emotionally release. But I thought someone might be able to relate so I'm posting it anyway. Enjoy.
Damn that dysphoria got hands
One day we will be able to look into a mirror without wanting to break it.
One day we will look at our hands without wanting to break them as well.
One day we will stop comparing our breasts and behinds to those around us.
One day we will examine our stretch marks and rolls and think of them as a beautiful creation.
One day we will hear someone call us by our given name and it will not hurt us.
One day we will examine our biology and not think life would be easier if it were different.
One day we will listen to "The Body Terror Song" by AJJ and not sob, only listen and feel connection.
One day we will feel powerful and comfortable in skirts and other feminine things that now only make us feel less than.
One day we will be able to look at ourselves and say "I love you. I forgive you."
One day we will accept ourselves in the way we do others: unconditionally.
One day we will be whole again.
One day we will recover.