Heavenly Bodies

Purveyors of thinspiration

Have nuclear arms within their reach

They crave your adulation

Will you submit to their critiques?

They’ll make you covet loveliness

Else feel woefully subpar…

But me, I revel in ugliness

We’re the sum total of our scars

See, there are no flawless bodies

And so among us, who’s to judge?

We’re all God’s faulty copies

Wrongly reproduced in blood