Stretch marks
Looking like trees on a canvas of art
No need to cover them up
Insecurities suck
But know they mean your growing
So have a strong heart
Trees leave an important impact on the environment
They help keep an important balance
Whilst filtering the toxic in the atmosphere
Without them we won’t be here
So love your skin
And the beauty it holds
You may have never stepped in the wild
But the forest has as much beauty than these concrete roads we try to construct to societies needs
But what we need is the ability to be free
Breathe
Freely
Love your skin
Regardless of your image goals
Because when that image goes
You don’t want to feel homeless sleeping on the roads
Love your skin
And love what’s within
I’ll say that again
Love your skin
And love what’s within
About the Creator
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