The chisled design of society's dream girl is more chisled than her photosopped face.

Am I pretty enough?

Am I pretty enough?

What do I have to do to be pretty enough for you? More makeup? More sleep? Oh wait, I got it. I just won't eat. I don't mind accepting this defeat as long as it benefits you and me. That way, you'll finally see that you belong with me.

Pause. Stop and think. is this fake beauty worth what your throwing down the sink?

I was pretty when you wanted to come over and chill. I was pretty when you needed to pay your bills. I was pretty when you asked for rides. Why was I pretty then, but when you see me in the halls, you can't even look me in my eyes?

Why can't I be pretty when I'm myself? Why must I look like someone else? Why can't you just love me for me? For my smile, my kindness, my personality.

"I'm sorry ma'am. We only go up to size 8." Story of my LIFE. What? Am I too big or too ugly to be your future wife?

Wait. Hold up. The words you're saying can't be made up. The person in the mirror is a stranger. But why should I be putting my body through so much danger? Well, I guess it's for the best so I can look like the rest, even though I'm putting my body to the test.

Am I still not pretty enough?

Am I STILL not pretty enough?

As the insults grow, my ribs start to show. I do not deserve to eat as long as I keep accepting this defeat.

Why can't I be pretty when I'm myself? Oh right, I keep forgetting. You're society and to you, I only hold as much value as my body.

No. This will not be my fate. I will take no "L" today. Just because I gotta couple extra curves than her, doesn't mean I'm worth less, ya heard? I'll pick up my fork and I'll take another bite because I know what I'm worth and I deserve a better life.