The girl sits at the desk.
No good!
Cries the voice,
The Voice inside her head,
You're no good!
As she sits there slaving.
Hanging on for dear life.
But it isn't really a voice.
Not really a voice inside her head.
It's the sound of over-achievement,
impossible success.
Judgment.
It's the sound of pressure.
Of A-levels, Instagram likes, snapchat streaks and Facebook shares.
The sound of every minuscule detail of her life being scrutinised.
Scrutinised by someone she doesn't know.
People she doesn't know.
All for one thing.
Image.
Is this what society has come to?
Is it?
