My body is not a sin,
It is not a temptation, an object
Built for your personal pleasure.

My body was built
To climb the mountains
Of despair, hopelessness and anger,
So I could outrun a world
Without imagination,
My body was made
So I could build a life
On the foundations of trust, love and respect.

My body was not made to be perfect,
Molded to society’s ideal of beauty.
It is unique and controversial,
Daring to be different
In a world where conformity is the norm.