This isn't my body

I lent it for some time but in the end, it isn't mine to keep

It isn't my to judge 

So why do I still look into the mirror and am ungrateful for what I see in my reflection

Where does my audacity come from to punish it

I let it starve for hours on end

I force it into clothes it doesn't wanna be in

I pinch its delicate skin in hate

I wont grant it the rest it deserves

I talk about it badly, words dripping like poison from my lips

And I will get mad when I feel like its giving up on me

I don't treat my body in the way it deserves

I don't praise it even though it carries my every day

I wont say any good words about it and still it protects me

I don't listen to it and still it works without any rest

This isnt my body

It isnt my body to keep or to judge

And I am still learning

I am still learning to respect and love it