thoughts

Insecurity

Insecurity.
The thing that takes away our life and freedom.
I didn't know how to say this so I'm going to put into a poem format of something a 8 year old could write

Insecurity to me is when you cover your face with your hair because you would rather be annoyed then show your side profile.
When you look down, not just because you're ashamed but also because your insecure about your nose and you don't want people seeing it.
When you focus so hard on walking normally that you can't walk normally at all.
Wearing a jacket on the hottest days because you are ashamed of your arms.
Worried about what length your skirt is, you'll either be judged for being a slut or to preservative.
Insecurity is getting the biggest push up bra, not because you're a try hard but because people will always judge you for something.

Insecurity is a trap. A trap that we all that we've all fallen into, well not even fell into. That we've been pushed into by this beast who goes by the name 'society'.