Stuck, frozen, stopped

So basically this is just me ranting about how I'm sick of stereotypes and cattiness and whatnot.

For a second, she

Hesitates -

Am I beautiful enough?

No, and I'm not smart either.

See that girl,

She walks the

Walk and talks

The talk,

Her skinny legs move without a flaw

And her eyes shine even

First thing in the morning.

No one's

pretty

skinny

smart

good

enough these days

Where we break down everyone else

Just to claw our way up.

We starve

We slave

We run until our legs

Give out

Just to be good enough.

Once, we felt talented,

Now, we feel taunted

Haunted by simple words

That chip

Away

At our core.

She may not be quite as beautiful

Or quite as smart

Or quite as capable,

But she is strong

And she knows what is possible.