It's okay to feel like you're not pretty enough, we all do it. Women have been given unrealistic standards to meet, but not every girl wants to look like a Barbie doll. And that's okay too. Here's to you, because you are beautiful, no matter what other people tell you. So stop comparing yourself to others, and start realizing that they should compare themselves to you. An ode to the women that struggle with self-image: may my words be the inspiration you need.

You say my face isn't pretty enough

Just because I don't wear makeup

You judge me because I don't look like the others,

you judge me for the skin I cover

Do my t-shirts bother you?

I don't care

I have nothing to prove

You say I'm not skinny,

you judge me because my size

isn't mini

But the number

double zero

means nothing to me

Women's appearances shouldn't be open to commentary

My shorts are long

My sweatpants are saggy

But your opinions?

They mean nothing to me

You judge me because I'm not thin

You judge me because I don't have perfect skin

You say I don't act like a lady

You say that I'm wild and crazy

You say I'm loud

You say I'm proud,

that I have no humility

but you don't have the right to judge my personality

And what do you really mean?

I am kind and humble

Why can't you see?

My morals are good

I always stick up for others

It's not my fault you weren't raised right by your mother.

You judge me because I don't like to party

but I'd rather live my life sober than be arrested, darling

You pretend everything is normal

You pretend everything is equal

But have you ever been judged for your clothes hair or skin?

Have you ever been treated differently for the group that you're in?

You think you know what it's like

going through life

worrying about your self-image

but you've been given the ideal world to live in

No one judges your appearance

No one judges your size

So what makes it right for you to judge mine?

Do you forget that I notice my flaws too?

Do my feelings just not matter to you?

So next time you speak

take a minute to think

take a minute to see

that my outward beauty doesn't make me complete

And who are you to judge?

You don't even know what lies beneath

My mom always told me

to only say the nice things

So why does that not apply to you?

Why are you exempt from that rule?

I like being loud

I like being outspoken

I have no problem with voicing my opinion

I don't feel the need to conform to your definition

I'd rather live my life with ambition

So take some time and look beyond what you see

and you'll find there's beauty within me

You'll find there's hope to be shared

and someone who really cares

You'll find someone who is intelligent,

someone who is affectionate

But all that matters to you

is the way I style my hair?

All that matters to you

are the designer clothes I don't wear?

Why do you only see what's on the outside?

Why don't you care about my strength or my mind?

Are you offended by my muscles?

Just wait until you feel my knuckles.