Being Real

I used to turn away, pretend I didn’t notice All the parts of me that didn’t fit the mold But now I see them clearer, they’re not broken, just unfinished And maybe being whole means being real La-la la-la la-la, lai-la lai-la lai-la, lai-la lai-laa Maybe being whole means being real I’m not always steady, sometimes I fall backwards Say the wrong things, leave things undone But I don’t need permission to stand here as I am Breathing in, and not becoming someone else La-la la-la la-la, lai-la lai-la lai-la, lai-la lai-laa Breathing in, and not becoming someone else I won’t chase an image, I won’t shrink to fit it There’s enough in me that doesn’t need to change If I laugh too loud or stay too quiet I’m still worthy of my own embrace La-la la-la, la-la lai-la lai-la, lai-la lai-la lai-laa I’m still worthy of my own embrace La-la la-la la-la, lai-la lai-la lai-la, lai-la lai-laa Maybe being whole means being real