Escribí una canción sobre el amor propio
Maquillaje y joyería
Era lo que yo quería
Cuando era una niña
A mamá yo le pedía
Que me vistiera
De princesa
Me llenará de belleza
Por qué si no lo hacía
No tendría la certeza
De encajar en una sociedad
Que no sabe valorar
Lo imperfecto de lo ajeno
Lo consideran obsceno
Y que las marcas de mi piel
De la cabeza hasta los pies
Me hacían difícil de ver
Pero a tiempo me enteré
Que no soy yo
La que debe cambiar
Que son ellos los que creen
Que tienen derecho a hablar
Del cuerpo de alguien más
Yo no tengo que escuchar
Los delirios de un juez
Que se quiso autonombrar
Y me tomo tiempo
A veces aún me miento
Diciendo que tengo que cambiar
Un par de aquí y allá
Pero es hora de gritar
Que todo arte tiene lugar
Que un museo ya quisiera
Tenerme pa' enmarcar
Yo misma me decía
Que escondiera mi sonrisa
Por qué no es aceptado
Reír con dientes desordenados
Debía elegir entre ser
Yo hasta los poros
O perderme encontrando
La aprobación de otros
Cuántos filtros
Me pueden brindar
Un plato lleno
De seguridad
Cuántos likes sé
Necesitarán
Pa tener un poco
De autoridad
Hoy sé que la atención
Que necesito es la mía
Quien iba a creer
Que sería yo quien me amaría
Por qué no soy yo
La que debe cambiar
Que son ellos los que creen
Que tienen derecho a hablar
Del cuerpo de alguien más
Yo no tengo que escuchar
Los delirios de un juez
Que se quiso autonombrar
Y me tomo tiempo
A veces aún me miento
Diciendo que tengo que arreglar
Un par de aquí y allá
Pero es hora de gritar
Que todo arte tiene lugar
Que un museo ya quisiera
Tenerme pa' enmarcar
I shouldn't be apologizing
For being myself
I should not
Give up my uniqueness
To look
Like someone else
People might dislike me
But I should feel glad
I wasn't born to satisfy them
Or to fit their empty lifes
'Cause in the end
I'm always shining
Own damn light
Even in the dark
I'm a pice of art
And they won't take that
Away from me
At least not without
A fight
I wrote a song about self-love
Makeup and jewelry
It was what I wanted
When I was a child
I asked mom
To dress me up
As a princess
To fill me with beauty
Because if she didn't do it
I wouldn't have the certainty
Of fitting into a society
That doesn't know how to value
The imperfections of others
They consider it obscene
And the marks on my skin
From head to toe
Made me hard to see
But in time I found out
That it's not me
Who should change
It's them who believe
They have the right to speak
About someone else's body
I don't have to listen
To the delusions of a judge
Who wanted to appoint themselves
And it takes me time
Sometimes I still lie to myself
Saying I have to change
A bit here and there
But it's time to shout
That all art has a place
That a museum would want
To have me to frame
I used to tell myself
To hide my smile
Because it's not accepted
To laugh with crooked teeth
I had to choose between being
Myself to the pores
Or getting lost seeking
Approval from others
How many filters
Can they provide me
A plate full
Of security
How many likes
Will they need
To have a bit
Of authority
Today I know the attention
I need is my own
Who would believe
That it would be me who would love me
Why I'm not the one
Who should change
It's them who believe
They have the right to speak
About someone else's body
I don't have to listen
To the delusions of a judge
Who wanted to appoint themselves
And it takes me time
Sometimes I still lie to myself
Saying I have to fix
A bit here and there
But it's time to shout
That all art has a place
That a museum would want
To have me to frame
I shouldn't be apologizing
For being myself
I should not
Give up my uniqueness
To look
Like someone else
People might dislike me
But I should feel glad
I wasn't born to satisfy them
Or to fit their empty lives
'Cause in the end
I'm always shining
Own damn light
Even in the dark
I'm a piece of art
And they won't take that
Away from me
At least not without
A fight