I am too chunky because my neighbor tells me that I’ve “had one too many slices”
I am too ugly because my friend informs me of my “gross, red acne”
I am too much
Yet
I am not enough
This is what society tells me
Cosmopolitan reveals a kaleidoscope of ways
To lose the weight that “weights me down”
It’s meant to be a play-on-words
But it plays with my self-esteem instead
What is so damn wrong with having more weight?
Why must I conform to what society asks
(Actually, demands)
Of me just so that I can be accepted?
I know in the depth of my soul that it is wrong
That society is wrong
Yet
I still stand in front of the mirror
I still pinch my rolls and suck my stomach in
Hoping that I will one day be
The girl that society desires