In the face of this material world,
I stand tall and strong and unmoving, swift
To fight allurement to conform. I’m hurled
Into the temptation to adhere, shift.
To hate oneself. I stand tall, stubborn, hailed,
And am completely myself. A gift.
Advertisements molded to make those ailed
Women hate themselves. Can’t we coexist?
Clothing lines made to make us ache and crave
For reshaping. Constant banter, resist!
Condescension, advice on how to change,
To become more “ladylike” - oh, desist! -
More “tolerable”. How vile, deranged.
It does me no harm. I stand with a fist
Against the disapproving gaze, unchanged.
I am a warrior, and I exist
Undefeatable and unchangeable.
For I am completely myself, no tryst.
It’s rebellion: stand against fatal
Standards, hate, against the unending strife.
I rebel by living, never hateful.
I love myself.