The Jeans From Seventeen ( MiyaMI🫶 × Anka Nisztuk 🫶 )

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✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ✩⃛

The Jeans From Seventeen is a story about comparison — with other women, with our siblings, with our own bodies, and with the expectations placed upon us. It is about how often we learn to “count” our worth before we even realize that we never had to.

Three women, three stories, and three different memories lead to the same place — a moment when we can put the pencil down, stop measuring ourselves, and simply be together.

A shared musical story by
MiyaMI × Anka NISZTUK × Soul&Music.🤍🤍🤍

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✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 ✩⃛

[Intro]

[Verse 1 – Miya]
I learned my numbers on the wall -
in pencil, Grandma marked us all:
she weighed the sugar, weighed the bread,
then weighed my cousin's arms, and said -

[Pre-Chorus – Miya]
"Look how little Marta ate."
I put my slice back on the plate.

[Chorus]
One for the plate I didn't clean,
two for the jeans from seventeen,
three for the boys, four for the one -
count me out. The counting's done.

[Verse 2 – Anka]
My mother smiled at what I drew,
then praised my brother's brighter blue.
She held his picture to the light,
then placed mine gently out of sight.

[Pre-Chorus – Anka]
"Try harder next time," she just said.
I reached for black and grey instead.

[Chorus]
One for the plate I didn't clean,
two for the jeans from seventeen,
three for the boys, four for the one -
count me out. The counting's done.

[Verse 3 – Soul&Music]
She walked in, and every eye went wide,
dressed like nothing could touch her pride.
I thought someone had paved her road,
while I kept carrying my own load.

[Pre-Chorus – Soul&Music]
Then I found her crying there,
alone beneath that practiced air.
I tapped softly on the glass,
she unlocked and let me pass.

[Bridge – Miya]
I cut a slice and filled your plate,
and didn't count how much you ate.
I held your drawing to the light
and said out loud, "You got it right."
A girl stands where the pencil goes -
we put the pencil down. She grows.

[Final Chorus]
One for the plate I finish clean,
two for the jeans from seventeen,
three for the boys, four for the one -
count us out. The counting's done.

[Outro]
One.
Two.
Three.
Three at the table, nothing said.
Eat what you want. Pass me the bread.

✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 ✩⃛
𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵&𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 • 𝓐𝓷𝓴𝓪 𝓝𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓽𝓾𝓴 • 𝓜𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓜𝓘

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✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 ✩⃛ The Jeans From Seventeen is a story about comparison — with other women, with our siblings, with our own bodies, and with the expectations placed upon us. It is about how often we learn to “count” our worth before we even realize that we never had to. Three women, three stories, and three different memories lead to the same place — a moment when we can put the pencil down, stop measuring ourselves, and simply be together. A shared musical story by MiyaMI × Anka NISZTUK × Soul&Music.🤍🤍🤍 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 ✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 ✩⃛ [Intro] [Verse 1 – Miya] I learned my numbers on the wall - in pencil, Grandma marked us all: she weighed the sugar, weighed the bread, then weighed my cousin's arms, and said - [Pre-Chorus – Miya] "Look how little Marta ate." I put my slice back on the plate. [Chorus] One for the plate I didn't clean, two for the jeans from seventeen, three for the boys, four for the one - count me out. The counting's done. [Verse 2 – Anka] My mother smiled at what I drew, then praised my brother's brighter blue. She held his picture to the light, then placed mine gently out of sight. [Pre-Chorus – Anka] "Try harder next time," she just said. I reached for black and grey instead. [Chorus] One for the plate I didn't clean, two for the jeans from seventeen, three for the boys, four for the one - count me out. The counting's done. [Verse 3 – Soul&Music] She walked in, and every eye went wide, dressed like nothing could touch her pride. I thought someone had paved her road, while I kept carrying my own load. [Pre-Chorus – Soul&Music] Then I found her crying there, alone beneath that practiced air. I tapped softly on the glass, she unlocked and let me pass. [Bridge – Miya] I cut a slice and filled your plate, and didn't count how much you ate. I held your drawing to the light and said out loud, "You got it right." A girl stands where the pencil goes - we put the pencil down. She grows. [Final Chorus] One for the plate I finish clean, two for the jeans from seventeen, three for the boys, four for the one - count us out. The counting's done. [Outro] One. Two. Three. Three at the table, nothing said. Eat what you want. Pass me the bread. ✩⃛ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 ✩⃛ 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵&𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 • 𝓐𝓷𝓴𝓪 𝓝𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓽𝓾𝓴 • 𝓜𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓜𝓘

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