“You can’t be pretty,
Without being skinny.”
That’s what they say,
So I start dieting,
And starving myself,
To follow their way.
“If you’re skinny,
You have a disorder,
So start eating.”
So that’s what I do,
I start to gain,
But I still wasn’t perfect,
What else can I do?
“If you don’t wear make-up,”
You know you’re ugly.”
I start to wear make-up,
But I don’t feel pretty,
I feel like I’m suffocating,
My mom takes pity.
“If you wear to much make-up,
You’re either a slut or a whore.”
I stop wearing make-up,
They want everything,
Instead of messing people up,
Why can’t the chose something else.
“If you cry,
You’re weak.”
I dry my tears,
I can’t show my fears,
But what do I do,
With all these emotions.
“If you don’t cry,
You’re a jerk.”
My insides start to hurt,
My heart is about to burst,
I’m so confused,
On what to do.
“Follow us,
And you’ll be perfect.”
They lied.
They only messed with my head,
Causing me to hate myself,
Now you can find me dead,
On my bed,
With a note that says.
“Fuck society,
We are all beautiful,
In our own special way.”
It is sad, that we are not able to live as individuals but the most paradoxical is that everyone demands his individuality. We should know, that we all are individuals and should have rights to live like that. But we cannot.
Poor humanity.
Nope, we want your delicious curves.
't means that you don't want fat filling dem curves up nor visible bones sharpening the curves.
If your body type lacks curves then your genes are messed up; blame your parents.
Well-applied make-up =/= too much make-up. You want to fix what's wrong (quite a lot, actually).
On another note, blaming other people for you hating yourself is not logical.
I'm not hating you for writing this but I'm annoyed by the fact that you state stuff that's wrong and then label it as your opinion to make up for it.
Still, that's my opinion, so in a way I'm contradicting myself.
I'll be busy all night with these poems over here.