I am a girl.
I am young, and already I am being pressured into being what society sees as perfect.
I must be absolutely beautiful, but I cannot wear makeup, because I cannot be fake, and makeup is a mask.
I must be intelligent, but I cannot surpass that of men. I must be able to hold a conversation, but I must be entertaining because that’s all I am worth.
I cannot be angry, because I am only hormonal, of course my opinion isn’t valid; I mustn’t step out of my place, which is in the kitchen, raising children.
If asked out, it is polite to give him a chance, even if I do not want to; I should be grateful that someone wants me.
I am a girl. You wish that you knew what life had in store for you, but it seems my fate has been decided, without my consent.
My wings will be completely clipped against my will, if I don’t take my stand. I refuse for anyone to take away my power of decision making.
This is it.
This is my rebellion.
I am taking my life back.
But I’m afraid it will go unnoticed.
Because I am a girl