Long blonde hair

Perfect skin

Slim body

Ear stimming laughs

Why can’t I be like them?

Pretty

Perfect

Beautiful

But a thought appears

They stuff their bras

They wear pounds of makeup

Corsets and tight belts

Filters, lighting, angles

They’re fake

But then another thought

They practice their smile in the mirror

They skip meals

They date people for the illusion,

Not for love

They’re not fake

They’re not perfect

They’re trapped in the picture they painted

I wonder

Do they want to be like me?

No image

No care in the world

No practice

Weird

Wild

Free

Eating the food they want,

Not the food they _need_

__

No filter

Just raw person

I can’t hate them

When all they want is to fit in

Feel wanted

Feel loved

Feel like enough