Standards

I stand in the mirror

Bare face Bare skin

I over analyze every inch of my body

Hoping that my waist is small enough

My hips are wide enough 

My thighs are big enough

My belly is flat enough

My chest is not too small but not too big

My shoulders aren’t too broad

My hands are dainty enough

I wear makeup and they say I look better without it

I don’t wear makeup and they say I look tired and sick

Look good but don’t look like a try hard

Show confidence to a world that only tears you down

Don’t let them see the swollen eyes from the tears you cry

Make them see a girl who doesn’t feel inadequate

Don't show them that their words hurt

That their standards hurt