In a cardboard city with its cardboard rules
There lived a cardboard cut out little girl
She wasn’t like her perfect peers,
whos sizes and and shapes were perfect, I fear
for some time she thought that there was something wrong with her
her eyes were too small,
she wasn’t too tall
her thighs and stomach were a little round
and she could never really find her voice
This cardboard girl began to try
to change what she was on the outside.
With exersize, dieting she took some off the sides,
until finally, she matched their views.
Yet as she continued, working hard to fit their cards,
she found herself losing grip
of what really made her click.
She became obsessed over how she looked, and less worried about how she was
she forgot to be kind,
she forgot her friends
the things that were important to her
all because of a simple number.
And that was when the cardboard girl realized,
she no longer wanted to live for this cardboard world
she was going to live for her.
All these rules and standards were not worth it
and so she went her own way.
She ate all the cookies she wanted
she exersized to stay healthy,
she slept in
she wore what felt comfy,
and she was happy.
And that was all that mattered.
Maybe this isn’t a cardboard world, and maybe you aren’t a cardboard girl, but you