Stereotypical

I want to be "that girl" –

that girl who's good at makeup;

   that girl whose nails are flawless;

that girl who attracts people's gaze.

I want that unnecessary, excessive aesthetic:

large purses,

rose gold everything,

sparkles and glitter,

a lot of makeup in my makeup bag –

a makeup bag that's soft and big –

big earrings and shiny jewelry,

stiletto nails.

I want to be loud –

obnoxiously so –

because I deserve to be heard.

I want boys and girls to notice me,

to desire me.

I want to feel raw emotions

to fall in love and go through heartbreak

and later recover, only to do the same thing again.

But then, that would mean I'm like everyone else, wouldn't it?

We all want individuality –

it is only human –

and yet we also crave sameness.

How ironic.

And how silly.

I want to be stereotypical,

but then I wouldn't be me.

Would that really be so bad –

to be stereotypical?