When he tells you he doesn’t like the way you look when you wear red lipstick,
I hope the next words your lips form are “fuck you.”
When I wear red lipstick I feel like I could bring down an army of men with the wave of one hand.
And who is he to take that away from you?
When he tells you he preferred you when your body was “tighter”,
I hope the next gesture from your hands is a middle finger.
When I look in the mirror, I see the wide hips of Aphrodite.
Who is he to tell you what your body should look like?
If he disguises it for honesty,
And you still feel pressure to look a certain way,
Just walk away.
I’ve learned that nobody knows you better than you,
Nobody knows whats better for you than you do.
Wear red lipstick if you want to,
Cut your hair if you want to.
Don’t let anyone stop you from being you.