Society

Society tells me that I’m perfect the way I am. That it doesn’t matter the weight on the scale, Whether I shave my armpits, Or if I have hair on my head. Society says I’m perfect; But society also says: “You need to lose weight because your stomach hangs over your jeans.” “You need to clear up the acne on your face.” “You shouldn’t wear makeup because you’re naturally beautiful.” “Oh my god. You’re not wearing makeup. Are you sick?” “You need to brush your long hair and put it in an acceptable style.” “You can’t do a man’s job. This is a man’s world.” “You’re wearing a skirt that short? You deserve whatever you get.” Society tells me this, on the glossy pages of a magazine. And I can’t help but wonder why it matters if I weigh more than 100 pounds, Have eyelashes longer than a ruler, Or hair past my shoulders. Society tells me I’m perfect, beautiful, and that I should be proud to be a woman because I’m unique. But society also tells me I’m weak for having a vagina, weird for not wearing a mask, and not a real woman because my hair stops at the nape of my neck. Boy society, you sure do confuse me.