I just want to be loved for who I am. Not some plastic girl in a plastic world

The age of implanted breasts, fake nails, fake hair,
Fake bake, lypo, tucked, reconstructed anorexic bodies

To be natural authentic woman in an unnatural world
Connected to mother earth, universe, life and spirit
Who am I? Why am I here?
What is my life's purpose? I wanna know!

To look in the mirror and see
With self-acceptance not self-criticism
See what's right with me
Not what's wrong with me

Return to simplicity,
Rid myself of complexity
Love my wrinkles knowing the life's wisdom
Gained with those lines—A wise woman

Grace is pouring down through the crown of my head
I'm through with feeling like the walking dead
Energy rising up through the souls of my feet
I am seeing myself as whole and complete

I've hung on the cross; I've been burned at the stake
Until my soul no more could take
I'm embracing my shadow, accepting my light
From deep within I've fought a valiant fight

I once was lost but now I'm found
My feet are standing on solid ground
I've played the role of the victim and the martyr
These roles suit me no longer

I've bled at the hands of my father
I've bled at the hands of my mother
I've bled at the hands of society
I've bled at the hands of my lovers

Goddess, through the depths of my hell
I have found your pure love
Spread out before me
Like the wings of a dove

I get it now, freedom from strife
I see beyond this illusion that we call life
I am pure in spirit, strong and free
No one can take that away from me

The energy is rising
From the depths of my soul
The roots of women before
A collective conscious to behold

I fight the good fight
Armored for battle
Emerge victorious
Beliefs no longer needed dismantled

I settle, sit still and quiet my feminine soul
I know now that I may never know the full story
Of who I am or why I am here yet
I am open to the journey, the crooked path that lies before me
I am a Goddess