Kelly Curiel (July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)

In the world of today,
everything I wear defines who I am
and everywhere I shop is who I am
They look upon my battered shell

Lyrics of Ciara, Beyonce, and Chris
fill my ears and persuade my mind.
I do what I can to fit in
but nothing is ever good enough.

I long for the days when it didn’t matter
What you wore,
How you look, or what you look like.
I long for the days of freedom from these vain observations.

I remember the days when my friends cared about me,
and when I was loved for who I was and not what I look like and when people
could see the pearl within my battered shell.

We are judged for what we look like.