The Huffington Post  |  By Amanda Duberman

“When I first learned that nobody could love me more than me, a world of happiness previously unseen was discovered.”

So begins 17-year-old Savannah Brown’s three-minute takedown of every societal standard forced upon women. Just like Lily Myer’s “Shrinking Women,” which captivated us in October, every second of this poem has power. Brown charges that society perceives confident women as narcissistic (“since when was loving who we are made an offense by morons that don’t matter?”) and buries these same young women’s self-worth so deeply within themselves, that it temporarily disappears:

Sometimes when I need to meet the me that loves me, I can’t find her.
A reminder that the mirror is meant to be a curse so I confine her in my mind.
But when he or she shouts “Let me out,” we’re allowed to listen.

Brown wrote and…