Might fuck around and call this Poetry

Societal Standards

Be yourself, they say
In actuality it's "be what society accepts as normal"
Love every part of you cause that's what makes you unique. "But not if "you" does not fit societal standard
You're beautiful just the way you are
"Except if you're too skinny or fat or too short or too tall or too much of anything"

Honey you're getting too fat
No don't worry she's just seven
It's just her baby fat
She'll grow out of it

Honey you're getting too fat
She's just 12 she'll burn the baby fat soon
She'll grow out if it

Honey you're getting too fat
She's 16 now and she has no more fat to burn
She won't grow out of it

At seven she became cautious about her looks
Mama says I'm getting too big
The kids at school don't wanna pick me to be partners
People stare at me as I walk past them
Am I really too fat

At twelve she's skipping meals and throwing up
If I don't eat I won't get fat
If I become thin people may start to like me
And maybe mama won't tell me I'm fat all the time
And maybe I won't be so disgusted with myself
Maybe

At sixteen she's in too deep
The bullying has started
Her habit of taking baths in red coloured water
I deserve this, she whispers to herself
Yeah
Skipping meals and throwing up hasn't stopped, in fact it got worse
Dreading school, knowing all that awaited her were beatings and not so subtle comments
But she was trying though
Trying not to be such a waste of space
Trying not to be so disgusting
Trying not to be dumb
Trying to be
Trying to be better

At eighteen she doesn't care anymore
It's all a routine now
Wake up. Skip breakfast. Walk to school. Get insulted. Get beaten. Get more insults. Walk back home. Put herself in the same red waters, exhausted and numb. Get out. Do homework. Fall asleep. Start over again.
That's all she knew
Although the comments were now about how skinny she was
She still saw the "fat mess" she was
So she went on with her routine

At nineteen her mama asked her why she was so small
Why she never saw her eat
Why she spent so much time in the bath
Why she wore long sleeves each day
Why she didn't have any friends
It was a lot of why's
Why's she had no answers to
She was just trying to be perfect right?
That's what they wanted
But now it's not enough either?
She was lost
Very lost
She didn't know what to do anymore
Thoughts of darkness crept into her head now
Dancing in front of trains
Falling free from a building
She'd had enough of it all hasn't she?
So she decided to try out her new found curiosity
But which would she do first?
Dance in front of a train or fly
She decided she'll fly
And so she did

She stood atop a 10 storey building, to have more time to fly she said
She spread her wings and flew
No one could save her
Apparently she couldn't fly
Apparently no one can
She'll never get to dance for a train anymore
She wouldn't have to worry about school anymore
Or trying to be perfect
After all she did try
It just didn't work out for her
She was an angel that had simply had too much
Societal standards ruined her and she won't be able to fight back anymore

Soooooooo here's the first entry.... Enjoy?.. I guess

~Demi