She’s just a girl

Nobody knows how hard it is to be “her”The girl who laughs loudly so nobody hears the sadness hiding underneath it.The girl who says “I’m fine” because she got tired of explaining pain nobody ever stays long enough to understand.People only notice her anger.Never the hurt beneath it.They do not see the little girl still living inside her, the one who learned too early that love could disappear without warning. The one who grew up believing she had to earn softness, affection, reassurance, safety.So now she overthinks everything. Every tone change. Every dry text. Every moment someone pulls away slightly. Because heartbreak did not just break her heart. It changed the way she sees herself.Now she stares at mirrors too long. Pulls at her clothes. Questions if she is pretty enough, skinny enough, lovable enough. And it hurts because she remembers promising herself when she was younger that she would never hate her body. Yet somehow she became the kind of girl who covers herself even when she is overheating, who compares her face to strangers online and loses every single time.And honestly, being a girl feels exhausting sometimes because no matter what you do, the world always seems to want something different from you.If she has slept with more than one boy, she is a slut.If she is a virgin, suddenly she is “too innocent” or not woman enough.If she dresses modestly, she is boring.If she dresses revealing, she wants attention.If she wears makeup, she is fake.If she does not, people ask if she is tired.If she is beautiful, people assume that is all she has to offer.If she is intelligent, suddenly she is intimidating.If she wants kids, people act like that should be her entire purpose.If she does not want kids, people call her selfish.If she has a boyfriend, people judge her relationship.If she is single, people ask what is wrong with her.If she cries, she is dramatic.If she stops reacting, she is cold.And then there is the pain nobody talks about enough.The kind that lives inside her body every single month.The cramps that make her curl into herself quietly at night.The exhaustion that makes even getting out of bed feel impossible.The sudden sadness, irritation, anxiety, emptiness she cannot always explain properly.One moment she feels okay, the next she feels like she is drowning inside her own mind while the world still expects her to smile normally through it all.Go to school.Go to work.Reply messages nicely.Be soft.Be patient.Be pleasant.As if bleeding and hurting silently is something small.People laugh and call girls “moody” without understanding how mentally exhausting it is to carry physical pain while still trying to function like nothing is wrong. Some girls cry more during those days and hate themselves for it. Some become distant. Some feel ugly in their own skin. Some feel emotionally unstable and guilty for needing reassurance.But nobody really stops to ask if she is okay.After a while, girls start becoming cruel to themselves before anybody else even gets the chance to be. That is why so many girls struggle to look at themselves kindly. Why mirrors feel painful sometimes. Why compliments feel unbelievable. Why one insult stays in our heads for years.Nobody talks enough about how exhausting girlhood actually is.The fear.The pressure.The constant feeling of being perceived.Walking home carefully. Checking behind you at night. Feeling uncomfortable when men stare too long. Growing up hearing stories about girls who were hurt and realizing it could easily happen to you too.Then going home carrying family problems, stress, shouting, pressure, expectations. Trying to focus in school while your mind already feels heavy from life itself. Trying to succeed while secretly feeling like you are falling apart.And somehow girls are still expected to carry all of this beautifully.Even our pain has to look acceptable.Nobody sees her crying in bathrooms. Nobody sees her sitting on the floor during sleepless nights wondering why she feels so difficult to love. Nobody sees how badly she wants to be held without feeling ashamed for needing it.They just see “attitude.”“Too emotional.”“Hard to deal with.”But hurt girls are always misunderstood. Because people love soft girls until softness starts bleeding.People say girls are too emotional without realizing how much pain girls are forced to hold quietly. Maybe being “too emotional” is what happens when somebody spends their whole life trying to become lovable in a world that constantly makes them feel like they are not enough.And maybe that is why she became distant. Because every time she loved deeply, she lost pieces of herself trying to be enough for people who were already halfway gone.The truth is, she is not angry because she wants attention. She is angry because nobody noticed she was drowning until she learned how to scream.And even now, she still apologizes for the noise.Because beneath all the expectations, all the pressure, all the heartbreak, all the fear, all the pretending…she is still just a girl.

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