Cardboard Girl

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

 

her family,

 

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

 

deserve

 

to

 

be

 

happy.

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