I'm envious of you two.

You both look so happy, truly in love.
You had to wait until he broke up with her and he finally did. Now you two are together, looking happier than ever.
You're being silly and goofy together, you laying on her lap.
You guys truly look happy.
You love her
And she loves you
I'm truly envious of you two

Everything is so tight.
Jeans, leggings, dresses, shirts, skirts, jackets
and summer wear is even worse and more revealing with
crop tops, shorts, and even shorter skirts and dresses.
How are we all able to breathe?
Victorian fashion had corsets
and those made them faint!
So why does the fashion have to be tight?
Don't get me wrong,
I do like skinny jeans, and tight shirts and dresses
I am a girl after all,
we all give in to the status quo of fashion at times.
But, sizes are even smaller now than they were before.
I haven't gained or lost weight,
my waist size hasn't changed,
nothing has.
Except for the clothes.
Are we trying to make women smaller and thinner
by just shrinking the clothes?
It should not be ¨Survival of the fittest¨
in the dressing rooms.
That isn't cool.
Also, why are the pants so short?
I have long legs, okay,
and because my waist size matches someone who is smaller than me
then that must mean that I am short
according to clothes.
Therefore I have difficulty finding pants
that fit my waist
and my legs.
I am not blind to my surroundings.
Every single girl
Goes. Through. This.
We all have shopping woes,
some worse than others.
We all gain uncomfortable experiences
whether it be from something not fitting,
or from the attention on the streets
that we get for wearing it.
Then of course, don't forget the media!
Remember all those pictures of perfect people
being shoved down our throats
strangling us until we accept the fact
that we should be just like them.

Suffocation is the latest fashion,
and we are expected to wear it well.

You aren't easy to love,
but see, I'm trying.

You aren't easy to love,
but see, I'm giving.

Everything about you is so **** hard!
but see, I'm forgiving..

You know there's something wrong
when at 2 am you hear the razor call your name
And all you see is the ray of the lighters flame
Wondering if anything will ever be the same
Or how you're going to get out of this mess you made
Just a silly little girl finding safety in bathroom stalls
But everything is crumbling. Every single wall
The ones she built up from the beginning start to fall
She sees herself again years later looking back-
At the monster who had her in it's grasp
Spitting at it. Stomping on it. She won't let it take her
It teases. Pulls. Prods. Doesn't stop, keeps shaking her.
But that's what recovery is.
A fight everyday.
The strength returns. The smiles are back the tears come to a halt.
She's made it. She won.
But the fights not over
Because once it starts it's never done.

There's a funny thing about sadness
The way it surrounds you so you feel whole
Nothing else is let in
Except the sorrow and the pain
You can see the happiness
But never feel it
Want it
But not have it
There's a funny thing about sadness
How you become so familiar with it you can't feel anything else.