Stretch Marks: A Song May 24, 2015 by Philippe Leonard Fradet 1 Comment 0Share with your friendsYour NameYour EmailRecipient EmailEnter a MessageI read this article and found it very interesting, thought it might be something for you. The article is called Stretch Marks: A Song and is located at https://thebodyisnotanapology.com/magazine/stretch-marks-a-song/.CaptchaSubmit[“Stretch Marks” is a song written for The Body is Not An Apology] [Verse 1] When I look at myself in the mirror Naked and completely mortified I see stripes growing all over my body I see marks that will stay for my whole life, because [Chorus] I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips And with the lip service I’ve been giving probably on my lips I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my brain As my mind keeps on containing all the shit you keep on saying I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips And probably on my knuckles as I keep clenching my fists I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my eyes As my mind tries to look past all of your disgusting replies [Verse 2] When I look at myself in the shower Trying to scrub and scrub my body squeaky clean My hand rubs against my inconsistently marked side And I start believing no one will want me, because [Chorus] I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips And with the lip service I’ve been giving probably on my lips I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my brain As my mind keeps on containing all the shit you keep on saying I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips And probably on my knuckles as I keep clenching my fists I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my eyes As my mind tries to look past all of your disgusting replies [Verse 3] But when I take a second glance at my body All I see is how amazing it really is Even if you think I don’t treat it how I’m supposed to Well I just can’t manage to care less Because when I look at these marks on my body All I see is how amazing they really are They’re just like tiger stripes or trails leading to pleasures galore So much more than simple body-damning scars, because [Chorus] I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips They exist in perfect harmony with how body fits I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my brain As my mind keeps on containing all my stretch marks that are changing I have stretch marks on my arms, on my stomach, on my hips And probably in the places that my eyes can tend to miss I have stretch marks on my back, on my chest, on my eyes From all the exploring they do on my never-ending stripes [Headline image: The photograph features a light-skinned person lifting their shirt to reveal the stretch marks on their stomach.] 0