The youthful glint in the eye
The energy to run and jump and hide 
While I’m not that old, 
I’m no longer that young either, 
Instead stuck somewhere before the middle 
Wearing black jeans and a t-shirt 
My hair cut is way too short 
And as I pick myself apart 
I remember how much I like being me
How Hollywood tells us we have to be young 
And too-thin
And too-tall
And too-rich 
And too-self-absorbed 
In order to be “ likable” 
And “popular” 
And “stylish”