at 5 years old, she played with a pretty girl. one who had her own dream house, unlimited clothes, and a boyfriend, Ken.
at 10 years old, she dressed up as a pretty girl. she had the makeup, the wigs, the costumes, the plastic heels. anything and everything to be a pretty girl.
at 15 years old, she attempted to be a pretty girl. days without food, nights without sleep, a false smile plastered on to avoid any questions.
at 20 years old, she finally realized that there is no pretty girl. it was all the magic of photo angles and editing. being a pretty girl was impossible. it was merely a false, unattainable image produced by society. it messes with minds of vulnerable young girls who believe such petty things would make them beautiful. but my dear, if you want to be beautiful, you need to be you because trying to be a 'pretty girl' will kill you.
#16// valentina accardo
(inspired by ahs ;) pretty girl if ya know what I mean)
YOU ARE READING
a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
