I thought pink was a nice shade of red

Until I learned that pink should be hated

And wearing it makes you weak. 

I was told to shave my legs because

Hair on a girl is unnatural and revolting

And I believed them.

I believed them when they said my body wasn’t good enough

When I’m told I’m fat when really I’m proportional

When all of a sudden I must be feminine after

Growing up to think that being a girl is wrong. 

I should think that my period

Is not as bad as I think it is

Because it’s not as bad as getting

Kicked in the groin.

I shouldn’t even talk about it because

I have to be ashamed to have it.

Everyone wants you to have the natural look

But how can something be natural

When you can’t have blemishes

And any form of body hair and excess facial hair

And plaster layers of makeup all over your face

Just so someone can even glance at you.

Why should I put up with them

Because what do they know about me

All they have done is judge me behind their veiled eyes

And look at photoshopped bodies in bikinis

While their ideal bodies are in suits or shirts and pants

What gives them the right to tell me that I must fit to their standard

Because I don’t.

I don’t exist just so I can please you

It’s 2014

Grow up