There is nothing I despise more than society's views on how we are supposed to be.
I despise that I apparently have to have a thigh gap and to be skinny.
I feel as if every little thing they tell me to do is suffocating me.
Don't do this, don't do that.
When can I be free?
When can I wear the things that I want, eat what I like and still feel pretty?
Why should I have to fit up to these unrealistic standards?
Who am I trying to impress?
I have friends and family that tell me I am pretty but when I go and see the models in magazines and don't look like that what is that supposed to tell me?
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Poems to free my soul
PoesíaJust some random poems that may or may not be good that I write at random times.
