Every morning I wake up,
I put on my tank top and Hollister jeans,
Every day before I leave my house,
I have to hide myself behind make-up.
What are we coming to?
I shouldn't have to form to some standard,
Some standard the social life makes us believe is the only right way.
I am beautiful for whats on the inside,
Not for how skinny and tall I can look in 6inch heels.
Now you tell me, Just because I have small boobs and freckles, am I not pretty enough to be recognized?
Because my hair doesn't sit perfectly straight and its to thin to curl, am I not pretty enough to be just me?
This world is constantly changing.
We judge each other, now not only for the color of our skin,
But for the color of our eyes, the length of our hair, and the size of our bodies.
&&All anyone wants to do is complain.
