Body Love Part 1

I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
 Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
 I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
 I know girls that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in
 I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
 Playing russian roulette with death
 It's never easy to accept
 That our bodies are fallible and flawed
 But when do we draw the line?
 When the knife hits the skin
 Isn't it the same thing as purging?
 Because we're so obsessed with death
 Some women just have more guts than others
 The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
 We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
 Still proceeding to put on make-up
 Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
 We might as well be buried with our shoes
 And handbags and scarves, girls
 We flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
 Into our skin
 I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
 But the time has come for us to
 Reclaim our bodies
 Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
 Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say
 "I only know how to exist when I am wanted"
 Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
 We're used up, and we're sad, and drunk and
 Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
 And tell us that we did good
 We did good.
 I know I am because I said am
 I know I am because I said am
 I know I am because I said am
 My body is home
 My body is home
 I know I am because I said am
 I know I am because I said am
 I know I am because I said am