Bare All Figurative

whether your stomach is sculpted like the statues in the Louvre, or it ripples like your bed sheets surviving the push and pull of our night;

whether your skin glows like the honey in my tea, or it’s an ivory atmosphere filled with clouds, lightning bolts, and stars;

it does not matter, for your matter is yours and yours only.

your body is only an accessory for your mind and spirit; a home for your soul to live

your body was not meant to be picked apart and judged by its own essence

your body was made by the stars to let you dance, sing, run, fuck,

love

be proud of what your body can do and your body will be proud of you, too.