My Body, As It Is
Soft and strong together, just as I am
🎧 Listen to the Demo
Soft and strong, just like the boots that carried me here. This demo is the sound of survival — a glittergrit anthem reclaiming every scar and curve. Turn it up.
💬 Written for the version of me who prayed to be a girl just to survive — and for every queer body still learning how to feel like home.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I prayed to be a cheer queen under Friday night lights
Crowd yelled “fag,” “queer,” tried dimming my tights
I kicked their hate back, spun fear into flair
Spark in my chest set the field on fire—beware
[Pre-Chorus]
They called me wrong, tried to clip my wings
But every bruise turned bright—watch this phoenix sing
[Chorus]
My body is real, my body is mine
Every curve, every scar, by design divine
[Verse 2]
I wanted a body like Chyna, that was my goal
Now I channel Rhea Ripley, chasing my own gold
One bright awakening showed me who I am
Soft and strong together—here I stand
[Pre-Chorus]
They said I’d break, but my backbone sings
Each fearless step shakes the stadium rings
[Chorus]
My body is real, my body is mine
Every curve, every scar, perfect by design
[Bridge / Breakdown]
Moles and holes, wrinkles and lines
Stars with scars, our bodies shine
Every fold, every mark—this is me
Owning my story, living free
[Chorus]
My body is real, my body is mine
Every curve, every scar, perfect by design
[Outro]
This body, as it is—forever free
Before I was told to butch up — before I joined Cub Scouts because I liked the arts and crafts — this was little femme me with my hip popped and softness intact. I joined for the clay hand sculpture. I stayed for the performance.
The school wouldn’t pay for a boy cheerleader uniform, so my mom made it happen. This is me, proud and performing — in handmade shorts, standing strong in a pose I thought would make me belong. I still carry that energy, but now it’s fully mine.
Behind the song
I wrote this song to reclaim every bruise and curve as proof of my story — not shame I had to fix, but beauty I already held.
I remember my first prayer: I asked God to make me a girl, because I thought life would be easier. I was soft and dreamy and already thinking in story arcs — turning little moments into something cinematic in my head, because those were the moments that mattered.
I prayed to be a cheer queen under Friday night lights, but instead I got heckled in tights and told to fear my softness. Every mole, every scar, every stretch of skin I used to hide has now become part of my phoenix rise.
At first, I chased someone else’s idea of “strong” — like Chyna from WWE. But now I shine in my own form of power: soft and solid, fierce and femme. Rhea Ripley mirrored something back to me I already knew — that softness and strength are not opposites. They’re sisters. They’re me.
And I didn’t do this alone. I’m here because of the cheer moms who had my back — like Holly and Shaundi’s moms — and the trans and nonbinary friends who’ve shared their own body stories and helped me feel less alone. Thank you to Devika, Andy, and Crafty.
I may be a cis man, but I still don’t always feel right in my body. That’s real. But for the first time, I’m starting to. This song is me owning it.