I Am Not Me

March 6, 2015

Do you have boobs?

That's cute, you're trying to move your ass cheeks, but you don't have any.

There's no way you wear a C cup.

Are you anorexic?

Your wrists are so tiny!

You need to eat a cheese burger.

I can put my whole hand around your arm!

You look sick, are you okay?

Maybe I'm just not used to seeing you without your makeup.

You kinda have a girl moustache.

Your eyebrows are like caterpillars.

You still have scene hair.

Shut up, you have no right to talk about your weight.

Why would you need to exercise?

Lots of people have it worse off than you.

Skinny girls are ugly anyways.

I like a little meat on my bones.

Thigh gaps are disgusting!

Why should I be myself,

When myself is the last thing I want to be?

I'm going to wear makeup

and push up bras

and stylish clothing

and contacts

And I'm going to eat normal

and exercise occasionally

Somedays I will feel self conscious

and others I will feel prideful

But either way, I lose

because I'm normal

and still not good enough

and too good at the same time

The person under the filter and makeup?

Isn't me.

That person died a long time ago.

And became a careless piece of society

Because that's all she was allowed to be

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