How many times will I be told,

“Smile you may look prettier”, or

“You know what they say, you are what you eat”

All these expectations, these standards

I live with day in and day out

Trying to meet each and every unrealistic goal

Just to please this society we dare call a “community”

Even when I know I’ll never compare

To those Photoshop Barbie’s

 

How many times will I be told

“You need a thigh gap, keep a flat belly,

Tame that wild mane you call hair,

Speak up, stay quite keep your opinions to yourself”

When will they stop shoving these standers

Down our throats, better yet

When will I stop listing and speak out and

Say

 

“I’m no modal and damn proud of that,

I’m 5’1 and I’ll wear my high tops

All day long, I’ll eat what I want and

Enjoy every seconds of it. I’ll let my hair

Down and let it blow in the wind”

But I can’t say these thoughts because

They’re lost in a sea of opinions and critiques

That over power the truth, the reality

They paint a picture of perfection that we’ll

Only see in dreams.

 

I can’t take off the mask I wear of pretend happiness

Of these standers, afraid to be ridiculed and teased

I can’t come out behind the curtain of false perfection

That I try to live up to please a society

Based on looks and shallowness

I’ll keep hiding behind this curtain until when and only when

We all burry this unrealistic beauty.

When we all accept that imperfect is perfect.