my body

I look in the mirror and see that my body is built differently
some girls stuff tissues to have a big chest
I may look happy but inside I am suffering
I already had a big chest but I would get picked on for it while you are trying to look your best

I think there is this idea of me because of my body
what they think I should be
their judgment is really foggy
I know what they see

they say you should be happy you get a lot of attention
but I've always been the target for danger
there was no prevention
for me, this is no stranger

I always wanted to be skinny because I thought that was a good look
I always wish for a smaller chest so that creeps would go away
as I write in my notebook
didn't want them to stay

I also wanted a bigger butt it seems they think I should have one because I have a big chest
sometimes I would hear if my chest was even real
they say I'm blessed
what is the deal

guys tell me I have to shave well like perfect everything
which puts pressure on me to look the best just because of a little hair
but I know how things go in a fling
they want me to be bare

seems I have to pose the right way with the right slutty outfits
I guess that what's in
I feel like just let me be comfortable with my body don't overwhelm or pressure me
it's my choice to do or not show my skin
let me be free

if I feel to much pressure I won't even have sex with you
its makes my anxiety rise
you wouldn't know what I been through
I know I'm a fantasy in your eyes