Here's a thing.
A rather long thing.
Read it if you wish or ignore it, it's your choice.
Clothes
You know clothes are pretty funny.
They hide what we really have to show.
Some people have that flawless model body that everyone desires;
While others have one they think others might not find so flattering.
Every day I look in the mirror,
I say
There's a kid who needs to lose a couple pounds.
And when I say a couple
I mean fifty or so.
I try.
I run.
I exercise.
I do that whole shishcoomba.
What's it get me?
Lose two pounds,
Gain five more.
End up worse than before.
I know I just rhymed,
I had no intention of doing so.
That's not really my plan.
What was I talking about?
Right,
Clothes.
Clothes are pretty funny.
We're taught our bodies are beautiful, but that's a load of crap.
I want you all now who are still awake or listening
To raise your hand if you're truly satisfied with what you have to offer.
It's fine if you are.
I'm actually happy if you are.
Now pardon my French
Or my political incorrectness for this next statement.
But if you are satisfied,
Fat or skinny,
Short or tall,
That brings me joy.
I rejoice to know someone that isn't me is happy.
I'm not unhappy.
I'm not depressed.
Well,
Maybe I am.
I don't really know.
I can tell you I'm not really happy with how I look.
I'd like to be a little taller.
A little less...
Fat.
A little more built.
I'd like a lot to be different.
But I still truck through.
Still do my runs.
I still try.
I know it's not doing much for me,
But I do it anyway.
I still put on clothes in the morning.
Like the rest of you.
I cover up what I have to offer.
Like the rest of you.
We are all taught to love our bodies,
But we're shunned if we show them off.
What's up with that?
Now I'm not saying we all be nudists.
I'm not saying just throw away all our clothes, no.
But if someone is proud of them self,
Or,
And this is a big one,
Someone is comfortable enough with another human being to be able to go beyond their huge self conscious
And show themselves to another person
Show themselves and what they have to offer,
Then all the power to them.
They deserve to be able to show other people who they are behind this mask we call clothing.
No one should be called a "slut" or "whore" for being confident enough and trusting enough in themselves and someone else.
So these clothes we wear,
We wear them to cover up what we have.
Now I don't want to do any cutesy crap or use any clichés
But really guys.
I think it too.
"No one can love me...no one can love this."
And I'm not talking about how your family members love you.
You all know the type of love I'm talking about.
Someone's out there.
That's what they say, at least.
That's what I hope.
Don't worry if you're turned down one, two, three, every time.
If you stay at it, someone will take you for what you are, despite the mask you put all over your body.
I know that sounds really stupid but it's what I believe to be true.
Alright I sort of rambled there for a bit.
Clothes are pretty funny, though.
We put them on to look cool and fit in.
Act different.
But then we take them off,
That's when we truly are ourselves.
