I’m not pretty
I’ve never been pretty
And I doubt I’ll ever be
I compare myself to other girls
The ones with flat stomachs
And skinny waists
The waists I try to get
I starve myself
I only eat around people I care about
So they won’t worry
I compare myself to the girls with the pretty hair
The brunettes and the blondes
I yearn to be like them
I compare myself to the girls with the better face shapes
The ones I try to be with makeup
I compare myself to the girls with prettier faces
The ones with better skin
The ones with whiter teeth
The ones with fuller chests
Cause I know
I know
I’ll never be like them

Feminist energy
Clout, frigid desire of shattered coat racks

Slow motion car crash
Circular firing squad
The efficiency
Of the placement
Of deckchairs

Herding cats
Clutching straws
Barking up at wrong trees
Knocking loudly on empty doors

Keep calm
And carry on
Loose lips sink ships
Do you hope to be
On the right side
Of apocalypse?