We were normal girls.
We fell in love with boys, recklessly, hopelessly, and constantly.
She would cry tears of mascara and glittery eyeshadow on the steps. And, we’d swear off them as if they were drugs.
And, maybe they were, because we always found ourselves falling again.
We worried about our bodies. We pinched our fat, and sighed. We skipped breakfast, and then she started skipping more.
It got us nowhere.
And, we had our hopes for a good times in high school, but they should’ve just put a banner over the corridor saying, welcome to hell.
Welcome to trust issues,
to mental issues,
to peer pressure, and boys chasing one thing.
We were just normal girls. Labeled and screwed into our positions of future housewife, goody-two shoes, slut, or whatever they wanted to call us.
We were just normal girls. We stopped wearing glittery eyeshadows and rolled our eyes at a hypocritical society who told us, be what you want, and backstabbed us.
We were just normal girls. Who wanted to wear a dress without getting catcalled. Who didn’t wish for perfection of their bodies, because we were brainwashed with some stereotypical model in their brain since the age of four. Who wanted to be known as more than ‘pretty.’