Vapid

I don't understand the ways of the world.
I don't understand the soulless, Photoshop girls.
Why do the double D's, bleached teeth, spritzed tans, and fake lashes get all of the love in the world?
Why does none of it trickle down to the freckled, pale, lanky, overweight or underweight, pretty,awkward,slightly crooked natural girls?
You can guess which group I'm in.
And I grew up knowing the natural girls never win.
I know this isn't fair.
And it isn't the canned, tubed, brushed on, rubbed in stuff that REALLY gets at me, it's the fact that the majority use people's hearts like underwear.
Now before you bitch at me, I'm not saying this is the case in all.
But it's what I see a lot in the way things fall.
And I don't think a lot of people understand the way it gets at the naturals hearts.
How with every "like", every comment, every stare, tears us apart.
Because we know it's not at us.
The rare time it is, our disbelief leads to mistrust.
And no, it isn't all the time.
But it occurs in the bathroom mirror, trying to get past our self doubt and lies.
In our faces we see flaws.
Hopefully not for long.