Wardrobe Crisis

Clothes don’t make me feel any less naked I still feel exposed No amount of sweaters or sweatshirts can mask the humiliation that I know Even when I’m fully naked My skin doesn’t cover what I need it too I wish that I could feel pretty I wish I liked the clothes I wear on my body I wish my body Was desired for more than sex I want someone to run their fingers down my spine and kiss the imperfections And say I like you just like this But the men don’t come that way They come ready to sweep through you To put there hands on you and push you on the bed To tell you, you’re beautiful without knowing the meaning of it. Knowing that beautiful is more than two people having sex Beautiful is the broken parts of you That someone’s willing to try and not fix But just holding all the parts of you Until you’re ready to put yourself back together again. Beauty is more than the clothes, The eyeshadow and lipstick It’s waking up everyday and getting out of bed Even though you feel like s*** It’s taking a moment And enjoying the things you may not do or see again Beauty is finding the parts of you that you love and admiring it. I wanna know this beauty, I want to hold onto it. But I can’t, the clothes don’t fit.