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I look in the mirror Reflecting back I don't like what I see Group of girls besides me Looking pretty Why can't that be me? They try to reassure me I see the lies through their teeth
Eagle wins the game And then loves his precious wife. He dates a new bird!
Why Am I Still A Single Item? Perhaps it is Ridiculous Expectations
Can you hear me? Are you listening? Good. I just need to say thank you Impossibly high social standards, Cookie cutter people Who try to force me Into a cookie cutter shape - A simple square,
My hair is long, which is nice, but I have too many split ends, My natural hair is wavy, not straight like theirs in my defense, I’m short, I could never be a model, I don’t have the body for that,
This place is too good The honors too great. The Best of the Best The Best and the Brightest. That’s what they said.
A single note Shatters the room Piercing, reverberating Through the soul Within a single heartbeat Hundreds of voices join in sync
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small We are completely appalled
"You want to fit in But you don't know how Do you want to be thin And make your ribs stand out? Today's standards are It's okay to cry And bleed until you die Make dure you have skinny thighs
beautiful people beautiful smiles beautiful broken stares glossy eyes painted faces sculpted brows bony chests hungry hearts daydreaming minds
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me. The bad things -
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
Every second of every day The world is telling women how to behave Wear your hair like this, your makeup on point And if you're over 110 pounds Get your ass to the gym
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small And I admire your optimism
We feel the need to change ourselves. Rearrange ourselves. Our features and faces, we wax and we tweeze Applying the colorful goos and powders as we please. And why? In the name of those around us.
Perfect hair and perfect skin
Slap me with your words and crawl into my mind where you'll find me or what's left of me. Grab me with your hands, handle me like you had handled me. Gently,
When it comes to my size, people assume things "I don't exercise, I eat too much, I eat poorly, I don't care what people think" Well that is damn wrong.
All that matters Is a pretty face A plastic society’s vulgar taste Starve yourself till you are thin Repeat this process over again
If I could change anything, What would it be? It's the way my generation has turned out In this crazy, twisted society. I look around the classroom feeling so disgusted. Wishing I could move away...
You know what's crazy? Slavery. It's not okay that freedom is only for those born free, those born rich, those born with a silver spoon between their blood-red lips,
What would most people change if they could? Their appearance. No one ever fits the standards. She's never pretty enough. He's never masculine enough. He isn't a good enough athlete.
Curiosity becomes a whisper and questions remain unanswered WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
What Is this thing we call love? I don’t seem to understand Is love hurting the one person in your life who did everything for you? Or is love getting a girl pregnant & leaving her?