Monday, May 21, 2012

Everybody is fucked up. Cheer coaches are fucked up—It’s almost as if they envision themselves in the shoes of their dainty, perfectly combed cheerleaders. Puppets is a more appropriate word, actually. I just want to cry until I can make this hurt go away. Seeing the endless amount of tears rolling down her cheeks is torture. I wish I could do something, say something, anything. I wish I could pat her back and reassure her that everything is alright. I wish I could do so much to help her realize that not everything revolves around something so shallow and mediocre as this. Maybe she isn’t blonde or blue-eyed. Maybe her skin is darker than what their image suggests. Maybe her hair is curly and wild. Maybe her legs have more bruises than normal, but her spirit is just the same and her heart craves something that I only wish she would have. Her laugh is undeniably fresh and happy. She doesn’t have to wear super tight jeans or super low-cut shirts. She doesn’t have to straighten her hair every day and wear shoes that make her feel taller. Her face is make-up free and her eyes are a shade of honey. She’s kind and she’s funny and smart and unlike anybody else that I’ve met, but her dreams are shattered by people that just can’t see her as their “material,” people that are only interested in the image of their school and the image of their girls.

But what all of those girls don’t have is personality and the drive to move forward. All they can talk about is the unbelievable amount of drama they have with boys. “Oh, well ifhedoesn’t want to go out with you, then you always have _____ to fall back on.” What those girls don’t have is the undeniable amount of kindness that she has, and she deserves so much more than what they can offer her. She deserves a group of people that will love her for who she is, people that won’t judge her based on her appearance. I wish I could wipe away those tears and get her to see the sun on the other side of the mountain, but her spirit is down and her mind is full of resentment and thoughts that I wish would just evaporate. I wish she could see how much we love her and how much she truly means to us, because her happiness is priceless.

I only wish people had the mentality to think things through, especially grown people.