to my best friends -
i wonder,
while i wait in the
whataburger drive-thru,
your music playing
in my ears, your hair
up in a messy bun,
our chests braless and our
veins hyped up on caffeine,
why girls search for
reassurance in men.
should we not love
being around someone who
will push you through
target in a shopping cart,
stay up until three
doing makeup and
trying on ugly outfits,
dance with you when
no one else will,
never judge you for
what you feel confident in,
warn you when something
just doesn’t look right,
hold your hair back when you
didn’t know the punch was spiked,
spend hours taking instagram photos,
and never once stop laughing or
making you a better
version of yourself?
should we not just be
content with what we
spend every day with,
instead of always
searching for more?
my goal in life is
never to be “pretty.”
my goal is to wake up
every morning, look in the
mirror, and smile, because i’m
happy to be myself.