girlhood expectations.
what kind of girl are you?
i don’t want to be the kind of girl.
what kind?
the kind who doesn’t take note of her shoes—
because appearance goes beyond the clothes you put on.
a good shoe fires me up,
makes me strut everywhere.
who sucks at doing her makeup?
everyone points to her,
the girl who can’t set a simple base.
i don’t want to be that kind of girl.
next on my list:
finding creators who beat their face to perfection.
that’s my kind.
not sure how to start my morning.
why?
a girl without a rhythm
walks into the day unarmed.
a flexible routine is how
some girls take charge—
and yeah,
we don’t want to be that kind of girl.
my goodness—
hours lost to tiktok.
yikes.
books waiting untouched.
my kind of girls
have too many hobbies
to scroll endlessly.
gulping down chocolate is fun
until my waist disappears,
until my collarbones blur.
you know what?
i don’t want to be that kind of girl.
a healthy diet,
a consistent gym routine—
that’s that girl.
crying at every little setback, glitch—
is unfortunately my kind of girl.
well… i don’t know.
i wasn’t built to hold bricks every time.
my kind
she lets it out,
breathes,
then takes control.
that’s what makes me
that kind of girl.