There is a struggle within myself to do what I love, what I am passionate about; but also find a career and then later provide for the family I am supposed to have

There is a struggle within myself to not care how I look, to accept that I am beautiful; but I straighten my hair and put on makeup in hopes that I would be pretty in the eyes of society

There is a struggle within myself to be carefree and spontaneous and the person I would want to fall in love with; but I am scared and lonely and painfully shy

There is a struggle within myself to be independent and strong; but I am also constantly sitting in my room alone wondering why a boy won't fall in love with me

There is a struggle within myself to be happy and smile and laugh; but I am sad sometimes and the demons in my head won't allow room for happiness

There is a struggle within myself to talk about the things I love like movies and music and sports and novels; but I am aware of the eye rolls and scoffs and the confusion as to why I am talking at all

There is a struggle within myself to ignore society and the media and love my stomach and thighs and my arms and the freckles on my cheeks and my knobby knees; but then I open a magazine and all my self confidence vanishes and I am left alone to cry and wonder why I do not look beautiful

There is a struggle within myself to be me; but I am constantly torn in wanting to be someone else