We get thrown down.
Beaten, bruised, and abused.
We get pushed around.
Told that we're wrong.
That everything we do is completely wrong.
Even when we're right,
We're still dead wrong.
We're shaped by pressure.
Pressure from society to fit in.
Pressure from teachers to succeed.
Pressure from parents to be perfect.
But we are strong.
We are perfect in our flaws.
We don't have to listen.
You don't want to wear skinny jeans?
Then don't.
You want to save yourself for marriage?
I'm ******* proud of you.
You don't make straight A's?
That's completely okay.
You don't have to be what everyone else wants.
You are a fighter.
We are fighters.
We will be okay.
Everything will be okay.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
We get thrown down.
Beaten, bruised, and abused.
We get pushed around.
Told that we're wrong.
That everything we do is completely wrong.
Even when we're right,
We're still dead wrong.
We're shaped by pressure.
Pressure from society to fit in.
Pressure from teachers to succeed.
Pressure from parents to be perfect.
But we are strong.
We are perfect in our flaws.
We don't have to listen.
You don't want to wear skinny jeans?
Then don't.
You want to save yourself for marriage?
I'm ******* proud of you.
You don't make straight A's?
That's completely okay.
You don't have to be what everyone else wants.
You are a fighter.
We are fighters.
We will be okay.
Everything will be okay.
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