Curves

They tell you curves are in, then out, then back again,

Magazines preach it, a beauty migraine,

But bodies, my love, they ain't clothes on a rack,

Not something you swap for the latest fad,

The pressure to look "perfect" can cut real deep,

Making you think your body's something to keep

Under wraps or hidden, something to change,

Like going under a knife and rearranging your range,

But honey, beyond ‘’perfection’’, there's so much more to you,

Strong and resilient, you're beautiful and true,

Don't squeeze in a mold that ain't meant to be,

Your body's a masterpiece, wild and free.