[Verse] I've got a frame that's all my own, Not carved from stone, but flesh and bone. A curve, a sway, a gentle rise, The kind that catches quiet eyes. [Chorus] Celebrate the curve, oh, let it shine, This body's mine, it's by design. No straightened lines, no need to mold, Each inch of me, a story told. [Verse 2] The mirror whispers, soft and sweet, "You’re art, my dear, from head to feet." No brush can paint what I contain, A gallery born from joy and pain. [Prechorus] So I'll dance, and I'll spin, Love the skin that I’m in. [Chorus] Celebrate the curve, oh, let it shine, This body's mine, it's by design. No straightened lines, no need to mold, Each inch of me, a story told. [Bridge] The world may weigh with words unkind, But my heart hums, I’ve redefined. Beauty’s not a narrow street, It’s the rhythm in my heartbeat.
