my name is zoe and i have thrown myself into an ocean. there are bubbles all around me, each and every one of them holding a bit of air, a bit of life inside. i grew up in a shortsighted society. pretty was skinny. pretty was either petite or tall with long legs. wide wasn't good. too skinny wasn't good. too athletic wasn't good. i was society's definition of perfect, but i couldn't see it. i blinded myself. i told myself i wasn't perfect. i told myself, that no one would love me. i thought i wasn't worthy of the title "beautiful". my parents told me i was a girl and only a girl, boy clothes were for the boys. i didn't mind that. i grew up on television, snacks, stuffed animals, playground swings, cereal boxes, and scraped knees. television told me society's way of things. i believed it. but i realized something. i realized that every single person in the world is different. society can't change that. why should it be even saying certain looks are "beautiful"? we are society. we are all different. what went wrong there? i am the way i stay up till the early morning hours. i am the way i draw and write almost everywhere, my mind is always swirling like a new universe. i was born on the sixth day of the last month of the year. my name is zoe and i have a way of telling myself there isn't good without bad. i have a way of looking in the mirror and feeling like no one can stop me. i have a way of seeing others and suddenly my mind explodes. my name is zoe and i don't think i'll be finished writing, drawing, scribbling on everything i can until i've gone. my name is zoe and i am finally teaching myself how to swim.
hey! okay so i wrote this at like 10pm (oops) but yeah i just needed to write this -w-
- zoooeeee
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Early Morning Scribbles
PoetryMy collection of poems, usually written in the early morning hours. (sometimes I'll make them at later times, haha)
