Green slippery polyester
The rain slips down shushing shivery silence
Five fifth graders in cat shaped sleeping bags
We whispered our faults into the sleepy air
Said i’m so fat, but we didnt know why
The books that we read had slipped into our head
So we all huddled up and lamented our hips
God oh my god I am just so thick
Our mothers have taught us our value is in size
They inadvertently whispered us poisonous lies
We are not made for men
But movies taught us we are just our bra size
Now we are older and taller and mad
We resent yet we worship the culture that mad 5 year old me sad
Though our shorts have got shorter our confidence shrank
While outwardly we are bolder
Inside of our minds beauty standards smolder
Where do we learn to hate our thighs
Who taught us to hide food and get skinny through lies
We were only 10 but we started to cry
When we huddled around said a forbidden secret
Said we were pretty
But we didn’t mean it
Somewhere else in a tent in the rain
Shushing and shivering a soft breath on the nylon again
Another young girl sings the same old refrain
God oh god we should all look the same
We looked in the mirror and mean girls’d ourselves
Cause we have to be perfect like barbie on the shelf
When all a 5th grader wants is to be
Herself
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:49 PM UTC
Green slippery polyester
The rain slips down shushing shivery silence
Five fifth graders in cat shaped sleeping bags
We whispered our faults into the sleepy air
Said i’m so fat, but we didnt know why
The books that we read had slipped into our head
So we all huddled up and lamented our hips
God oh my god I am just so thick
Our mothers have taught us our value is in size
They inadvertently whispered us poisonous lies
We are not made for men
But movies taught us we are just our bra size
Now we are older and taller and mad
We resent yet we worship the culture that mad 5 year old me sad
Though our shorts have got shorter our confidence shrank
While outwardly we are bolder
Inside of our minds beauty standards smolder
Where do we learn to hate our thighs
Who taught us to hide food and get skinny through lies
We were only 10 but we started to cry
When we huddled around said a forbidden secret
Said we were pretty
But we didn’t mean it
Somewhere else in a tent in the rain
Shushing and shivering a soft breath on the nylon again
Another young girl sings the same old refrain
God oh god we should all look the same
We looked in the mirror and mean girls’d ourselves
Cause we have to be perfect like barbie on the shelf
When all a 5th grader wants is to be
Herself
