When we were young
Hurtful words stung
Life was so simple
Our worry was a pimple
when things fell short
We were given support
We were yet to find out
We needed to look out
Life had another side
It swept us like the tide
We were treated different
Support became vociferous
We were told to be flawless
Without much solace
Without being able to reflect
practice makes perfect
we need to know who we are
Then shoot past the bar
We need to be fantastic
Our bodies becoming plastic
As we’re becoming altered
To fit to this impossible standard
Our childhood begins to cease
We are taught to only please
We then know what we want to be
And we begin our journey
We leave our simple life behind
And walk through a new world blind