canuseetheinvisible

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

Who dubbed the skinny perfect? Who said the bulimics are pretty? Who cherished the pill effect? Who told us that we were ugly? Who blew the smoke in our face? Who lit up the glass bong? Who murdered an entire race? Who told us that we were wrong? Who fired the first shot? Who decided to shut their mouths? Who prattled that they forgot? Who told us that we were cows? Who scared the public to harm? Who gossiped about a preference? Who wanted gays to conform? Who told us that we were dense? Ignorance is most certainly not Bliss

Please read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's. Dear Boys, I might not be hot. I might not be skinny. Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home. But that's not my problem. It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore. I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room. And don't you for a second think I wish I was. I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me. I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life. Nothing you say or do will ever change that. And if you're reading this and you