You dream of having the “perfect” body.
You dream of your eyeliner being even.
You dream of finding “Mr. Right”.
You dream of a face clear of acne,
Of being beautiful enough,
Of being funny enough,
Of being skinny enough.
But these are all generalizations,
Dreams fed on stereotypes.
Whether we all dream these kinds of things
They’re just surface-level dreams.
We long for different things.
You dream of being
We dream of being doctors who treat cancer,
Of being the scientists who cure it.
We dream of being astronauts,
What stops us?
Why do we seem to dwell on the surface-level “dreams?
Why do you tell yourself that being GREAT
Is less possible than clear skin?
Who makes you out to be weak?
To be whiny?
To be shallow?
Who says that us girls
Dream only of having the “ideal” body?
So as to…
Get a man?
Who says that our
Are built upon the ideals
The things that society says are beautiful:
The high cheekbones,
The lack of muscle on our
Arms and legs,
No meat on our bones.
Society believes we need these things
So a guy will find us
So we can have a family
And be a housewife.
Why can’t we define
Why can’t we base our lives off of
Off our own ideals?
Why can’t our goals,
Be based on our own successes?
You’re living in a man’s world, honey.
We’re living in a man’s world
Where it’s more realistic
To dream of fitting a mold,
Where it’s more realistic to be
They want you to be inferior.
They want you to be ordinary.
But you’re NOT.
You don’t have to be.
You go out there and
That you are, in fact,
You go out and show them
That you’re MORE than mediocre.
And you have just what it takes
To make the world