we are fly society

i wear insecurity as a second skin.

as a child i was constantly told that i wasn’t enough / my brain and body always a topic open for debate / i forged friendships that should not be named friendships / they were so toxic i’m surprised i survived without chemical burns.

i am still salvaging the ruins of my self-esteem / long thought abandoned in an empty churchyard / an overgrown graveyard haunted with the voices of girls who never made it out / i have always been inches away from following in their footsteps.

when i was a teen girl a thing like an ego was unworldly / all my laughs were make believe / my future, a haze of days striving for some kind of peace. 

have you ever heard the sound a tear drop makes against concrete already damp with salt from another girl’s eyes? / it sounds like a heart breaking / like a bird mourning because it forgot it ever knew how to fly / society strips us of our wings / before we even know what a feather is / we miss the weight of them / without ever knowing why.


INSECURE GIRLS AND FLIGHTLESS BIRDS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON: WE ALL MOURN A SKY WE NEVER BELIEVED COULD BE OURS // l.s.

No offense but I live with my 17 year old sister and she claims she does her makeup “for herself” all the time im familiar with that “im doing for myself” argument but it’s not gonna fly here, especially when we live in a patriarchal society women and espcially young teenage girls don’t do shit for ourselves we are in a constant state of being concerned about our appearance and while it’s okay to maintain some sense of “do I look alright to leave the house” women are frequently held to a higher standard than men and this will continue unless we begin to have a frank and honest discussion about why we do the things we do