I wondered today why so many young girls may have such pressure to live with. Then I thought back to when I was a teenager and I got my answer. I wondered how I made it through. It was a haze, a complete cloud over me, telling me to be “the good girl.” Like many, my parents separated just before middle school and I went to a new school. Probably the worst time for me, ever.
Girls left and right were calling me names, gossiping over me. I was the new innocent girl that their beady eyes would eat every day. With the friends I made, I laughed and watched as those girls looked at me while I smiled. They probably wondered why I was smiling with all of the negativity surrounding me. But none of it was true, so I smiled for the world to see. For years the perfect rain cloud hovered above me and told me to be the “good girl.” The pressure to be perfect is suffocating as it weighs down like heavy wet blankets, I know, I get it. The rumors, the gossip, the past and the views all howl in the wind, echoing to hurt again. What to wear, what to say. The pressure boils under the soft skin. I understand exactly what it’s like.
But then, I realized how perfectly imperfect I am after about a week, even though the words didn’t stop. Eventually all those girls came around after their quick remarks soon became their mistakes. They apologized to me, and to be honest I may have been nice to one of them and not even known it. But then again, why not be nice? I slammed the door to those wet blankets filled with the past and those not so nice gossipers. I may have cried a few times, but never again, because it didn’t take long to realize that they were just saying things. Don’t believe everything you hear. If they don’t know you, how can they judge you? I let them talk, but their wrong words will never hold me back. I hope young girls nowadays don’t consume what might be fed to them.
I understood fairly early on, to let it all go. They didn’t matter, and they would never change me, and they didn’t. I let them talk and now they have to live with their words. I went my own way, against the crowd. The quiet, girl. Now that I’m almost done with college, I see those girls at fast food places, sad and lonely. I would say I feel bad for them in a way. But then I simply grab my food and walk away, just as quiet as when they called me those names. I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t be afraid to go your own way, don’t let the cold bother you.
Never change to be what “they” want you to be. You’re perfect the way you are. There are no rules, you make your own. Follow your heart and you will rise like the break of dawn. Set yourself free of the raging storm. Let it go. Just let it all go.
What does this song mean to you?