By Stephanie Sanborn '19
You can’t walk down the street without being judged.
Your eyeliner’s smudged?
They’ll laugh, and you’ll run.
A world so obsessed with being the best.
Why can’t you be you, without the stress.
The stress of meeting their standards.
The stress of seeing the banners.
The banners saying be a size one.
And so you go for an extra long run.
Everyone’s telling you to be a better you.
As if the current you shouldn’t stay true.
They say to fix your hair.
If you don’t, they will just stare.
Get good grades, or you’re stupid.
Make sure you’re not secluded.
Wear makeup, it will make you pretty.
But not too much, or you’ll look like Barbie.
That’s when you finally say I’m done.
Done trying to be like everyone.
Done trying to reach their standards.
It’s time to make your own banner.
You can be a size nine.
Who cares what they think? You’re fine.
You are already a better you.
There’s not much you can do to change you.
If your hairs a mess, no big deal.
That shouldn’t control how they make you feel.
Your grades don’t define your intelligence.
Everyone knows you’re diligent.
You can be secluded if you don’t want to be included.
You don’t need to wear makeup in order to be pretty.
If your eyeliner’s smudged, who cares?
What matters is that Your heart is there.
Society wants ways to feel pretty.
So they make others feel shitty.
They set those standards so they seem better
So they write their rules in an open letter.
They are self conscious about themselves
So they try to make others believe that they’re a twelve.
They make others feel like a five.
Try to make them believe those lies.
The lies that they’re not good enough,
When really they’re just a diamond hidden in the rough.
Just as good as the kid next door.
But society tells them that they are more poor.
Teach society that everyone is worth it.
Let them know that nobody’s perfect.
Let us stop being a culture of standards
That break our connections before they have grown.