There Are Girls.
Sat, 7 Apr 2007 at 05:12pm
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take a look around, and see the girls you know.
Skinny girls. Tall girls. Girls fit for show.
Beautiful and flawless; they stand next to you.
Graceful and poised; they know what to do.
And then there's me. Stumbling over my on two feet.
Can't get the hang of this thing.
How will I ever be able to compare?
I'll never be as beautiful.
I want to be flawless like the Broadway girls.
Look at me. It's pathetic.
I slouch.
wear ripped jeans.
My hair frizzes.
My mascara bleeds.
I say the wrong thing,
at the wrong time.
I'm just not meant to live up to this example.
I try and try and try.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
Maybe you're a liar.
Maybe I'm just...
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Oh no! *hugs!* NO! NO! Don't try to be like THEM! I work with women like that and they're all miserable and stupid and HUNGRY! LOL!
A courageous peice, rehashing a subuject that remains...touchy, to say the least. :)