You only see what’s on the surface…you don’t know what’s underneath this.
She’s wearing makeup today? Who’s she tying to impress?
Maybe I want to look my best coz I’m depressed. Maybe my headspace is a mess and Why she wearing that dress?
Maybe I’m feeling run down and old and I’m doing damage control while my mortality takes hold.
Coz I have no time for myself and all my clean clothes are off the shelf,
Maybe I’m tired.
Maybe I’m tired of the torrent of judgement we face with every little thing we do.
I wanna be like you cuz is what you tell me to…
Buy this, buy that you’re too skinny you’re too fat. No, that ones wrong shoulda done the first one all along. Wait theres a new trend…and this selfie wont send.
You can’t win for loosing.
Try and fake it till you make it tell the snakes to eat shit.
Wear that dress for the fun of it,
Be artistic… not fatalistic.
Love yourself whatever that means for you.
Be otherworldly and dye your hair blue if you want to. Or go all natural and let your leg hair grow.
Fuck what people think, most opinions stink.
Let them talk shit if they wanna reek of it.
Just do you and filter out who’s who…
Love yourself, whatever that means for you.