They tell you to not wear makeup or to go under the knife, but was it ever a crime to want to be beautiful?
They told me that they don't want me to be fake like them. But honestly, aren't we all a little fake?
They say, sticks and stones may break my bones, but they never said that words will forever hurt me.
They say that I'm ugly and horrifying, was there really a need to remind me?

We all strive for perfection, yet perfection will never be enough.