when I feel sexy and beautiful
and deliriously drunk on my own self esteem
I want to streak through the streets.
This is my body and it is beautiful.
Its mine. Not yours.
And running naked is just another example of how phenomenal I can be.
These are my breasts
This is my body and it’s fierce and fine
It strikes down doubt and insecurity.
I can do anything.
I can bounce off the moon and brush my hair with starlight
I can raise my arms high over my head and frolic with rainbows
I am woman.
Hear me roar.