The loudest war is the one that no one else can hear.
It’s the way my brain treats my own body like an enemy,
constantly comparing, constantly losing,
and looking at other girls like they have a secret to existing
that I just wasn’t given.
I try to stay calm and keep up with everyone else,
but it feels like I’m running a race where the finish line
keeps moving further away the closer I get.
I chase a version of “pretty” that has no end,
thinking if I just change one more thing, I’ll finally be okay,
but the feeling of not being enough follows me everywhere.
You can win the battle against what you see,
but you can’t win the war when the enemy is in your own head.
I could change everything about my face and my body,
trying every shade and every look,
and I would still wake up feeling exactly the same.
Because pretty isn’t pretty enough
when you’re fighting a battle that never lets you rest.
