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Renaissance Body
by Sara Schwab
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I'm carrying the insecurities of my mother
I don't see the beauty in me, but I see it in others
And when she looks in the mirror
She doesn't trust her eyes and neither do I
So I refuse to breathe, suck it in
So they don't see that I'm alive
But I just want to be
Loving how I look, but how I look changes every night
A young girl tells me that she feels alone
Her skin stopped feeling right one day
Her body's not her home
But if I wrote down what makes her beautiful
I'd run out of paper, but I know
It's hard to let it go
And it's like a right of passage
At fourteen to hate the baggage of your bones
And I want to be her healer
But I burn with the same fever, I know
I don't breathe throughout the day
I see mirrors and look away
And I don't trust my gut
Because I hate the way it looks
But I see women dancing
Beautifully romancing, their Renaissance bodies
Making self love their hobby
And I wanna dance too, I wanna dance too
I wanna dance too, I wanna dance too
I'm carrying the insecurities of my mother
I don't see the beauty in me, but I see it in others
And when she looks in the mirror
She doesn't trust her eyes and neither do I
So I refuse to breathe, suck it in
So they don't see that I'm alive
But I just want to be
Loving how I look, but how I look changes every night
A young girl tells me that she feels alone
Her skin stopped feeling right one day
Her body's not her home
But if I wrote down what makes her beautiful
I'd run out of paper, but I know
It's hard to let it go
And it's like a right of passage
At fourteen to hate the baggage of your bones
And I want to be her healer
But I burn with the same fever, I know
I don't breathe throughout the day
I see mirrors and look away
And I don't trust my gut
Because I hate the way it looks
But I see women dancing
Beautifully romancing, their Renaissance bodies
Making self love their hobby
And I wanna dance too, I wanna dance too
I wanna dance too, I wanna dance too
