It used be that you were my competition, you look for a new job, made me question my job
You lose weight, I suddenly see the thick legs, large ass on my body that needs to change
You find a new place to live, my home seems lacking
You show up in new a outfit, my clothes are rags
And I can’t say when
or how
is it my age, the therapy, the experience?
Somehow I just stopped and began honoring you, celebrating you, sliding out of the handcuffs of old ass norms that two hot girls cannot be in the same room together without competing
Now when I see you, I see you, not the lesser me
And when I see me, I see me, the real woman.
