Society has a twisted definition of beauty, so unattainable that they have to photoshop models pictures to fit the ‘ideal’ size,
And tell me, if our generation is labelled reckless but we are only reckless with ourselves who’s fault is that, who is to blame,
You can’t blame our generation, we were brought up in this hurricane of controversy, being told two different things at the same time,
It’s no different that listening to two different songs with your headphones, a different one in each ear,
See we were raised with society whispering into our dreams, first telling us to be ourselves but then ‘ourselves’ had to fit the criteria or else you were a freak,
I’ve grown up labelled a freak , as did my friends because we weren’t afraid of the consequences of individuality,
We were tsunami’s of creativity and imagination, wanting nothing more than to express ourselves,
And on a different note,
Why do we still have to fight for a woman’s right to own her own body,
And why are people tormented because their love is a little different and it’s ironic because their love seems to have a higher success rate,
And why does it matter how someone is born, if somebody says they’re a boy you don’t tell them they’re wrong, that is what they identify with and who are you to tell them they can’t be who they believe they are,
Society has groomed the stereotypical idealistic human, and let me tell you something,
That stereotype is boring, it will never amount to anything as great as you are because you are a mountain,
Beautiful and full of history and larger than life because you had the strength to see over the horizon of the culture that the media has been feeding us since we were infants, and you spat that out, you chose a different brand.
And that brand was called individuality.