👉 !!!!! READ THIS BEFOR YOU COMMENT !!!!! 👈 I wrote this for my 15-year-old self and for any girl whose mirror talks too loud. Feeds lie - angles and edits aren’t life. Your body is not a trend. Keep your curves, your breath, your laugh. Text a friend, eat with someone, step into the sun. If you need help, asking is brave and 100% valid. You are worth the space you stand on. I’m singing with you ... every step. Thanks for listening and sharing this with someone who needs it. 💜 ❤꧁ღ⊱♥ Tarja ♥⊱ღ꧂❤ Lyrics: fifteen after choir, scrolling in my room. saved a folder called goals, chased a tiny bloom. the mirror got louder, lunch felt like a test. i wanted to be perfect and forgot to rest. i pulled a hoodie tight and hid my face. mom knocked once and left me space. this is my body, not a trend. i want my breath back, count me in. i keep my curves, my pace, my time; i am not a filter, i am alive. say it with me: this is my body. feeds were a movie with angles and edits. girls looked like paper; i tried to get it. a friend said, hey, you’re not a file. come sit, eat with me, stay awhile. we talked to someone, named the fear. tears on the table, but we were here. this is my body, not a trend. i choose my yes, i learn to bend. i eat with friends, i walk in sun; i am worth the space i stand upon. this is my body. we have won. i tossed the goal folder, kept a song. bought a dress that fits me now, not wrong. looked in the mirror and let it be- hey, that’s me. i like what i see. this is my body, not a trend. i keep my breath from end to end. i keep my curves, my laugh, my line. this is my body - this life is mine. i am enough. i’m doing fine.

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