Today, I was fine until I walked
Past a mirror and I got a good look
At my body
I curled up on the couch
And then I started freaking out
And then I called my best friend
Lowkey fully sobbing
Saying "no one's gonna love me I look ugly and I'm sad"
And I was thinking all these thoughts
That were pretty dark and pretty bad
And she said "hey, I know how you feel
I feel it a lot, I cry in the mirror
I think we all do
But isn't it nice to swim in the thought
That you let your body do what it wants to
And this'll sound cheesy, but you are the art
Of everything that has happened to you
And you won't believe me, but all of your scars are
All of my favorite parts about you"
