They say you’re three years old
when you begin to learn from the messages you see in the movies.
You want to be a princess, or a rockstar;
you want to be pretty and adored,
and it’s okay for little girls to be shallow because they say you’ll grow out of it.
When you’re six,
they say that pretty girls get boyfriends,
and smart girls get rewards,
and it’s up to you to decide what’s more important,
so you do what makes your parents proud.
When you’re nine,
they say that popularity’s overrated,
and “gifted,” “strong” kids become managers,
so you through away all your pink clothes,
because you want to be better than everyone else.
When you’re twelve,
they say that “nerdy” is the new “cool”,
and the underdog always wins,
so you smirk at the “stupid” athletes
because you know better.
When you’re sixteen,
you look in the mirror and hate what you see,
because brains crash and burn
in mountains of antidepressants
and they say it’s your fault for “thinking too much”.
When you’re eighteen,
they say you’re either a slut or prude,
and it’s your job to decide what’s worse,
so you choose to do your best
not to feel so hollow.
When you’re twenty-eight,
you look at where you are and frown,
because not all smart girls turn out to be happy women,
so you turn to your daughter and tell her about princesses and rockstars,
because it’s better to be shallow than live the lie of the “underdog who wins it all.”
If I could marry a piece of writing it would be this article by Petra Collins -
Just to make it clear, women aren’t pissed that we’re not paid as much as men, we’re pissed that we’re not paid as much for doing the same job
Here’s a thought, how about instead of telling every young female they are beautiful in their own way we just stop valuing physical appearence above everything else
Me: time for some tumblr and WoW
Mom: hey go vacuum the house
Me: do you think this is a game?
Mom: just go fucking vacuum
Me: fine. but I’m listening to Miley Cyrus and Lady Gaga while I’m doing it
Mom: Whatever shithead