I sit for hours, scrolling through an endless void of beauty
Wishing I was the beauty standard.
The desire to claim such beauty has weighed me down
Like gravity it pulls me through this orbit of insecurity
The need for a Small waist
The longing for a Big chest
The desire to be admired
All caused by men
Men really are simple creatures
They want what they want, it’s as simple as that
Women must be thick but not too thick
Women should be skinny but not too skinny
Women must dress nicely
But don’t show your curves or else you asked for it.
After all, clothes are consent.
I like to call America, Simons society
A place where u wish you were dead
Eyes surround you and the world is flipped
Sit their and look pretty, but keep your mouth zipped
Death becomes paradise, as life transforms to hell
In death, you can be yourself
No need to be pretty
In life, beauty is all
Everything broadcasted
For the world to watch
I feel so small
In comparison to this price
The price of restriction
The price of constriction
The price of affliction
I’ll pass, I’m ready for paradise
I announce my eviction
Now allow me to introduce Simon
I am Simon.
I am society.
I am man.
I control your body and your choices.
Let’s play a game!!
Simon says!!
Simon says: Sit up straight
Simon says:smile
Now,
Simon says: Don’t be provoking
Simon says: Don’t be reserved
Simon says: Don’t love yourself
Simon says: Don’t hate yourself
Now,
Simon says: Be happy
Why are you not happy?
I said be happy.
You are not listening to what I said.
I am Simon, I am a man, I control you.
I am Simon, I am man, I am society, and I rule you.
You will never be happy because I own you.
This is a patriarchy
We live in a world ruled by men
Men who travel the world seeking glory
Conquering women’s bodies like their land filled of gold and beauty
But they fail to read the full story
My soul and heart is far more valuable
Than a body like gold
But they are not interested of being told
The story of a woman
The depth of her chapters
Engraved in the pages but these traits do not matter
For to them a body of art is worth every bit of gold
I am Jenna.
I do not catch myself admiring my beauty in the mirror.
Simon has taken that away from me.
Men have taken that away from me.
Society...has taken that away from me.
I will never be happy with my size or weight or face.
How can I?
I’m trapped in this box of shame and resentment
As this world shapes me to be dependent
Dependent on their standards
Of how our bodies should form
I become stranded
Loosing myself in the storm
As long as we continue to keep this starvation mindset
That beauty is pain
Simon will always control us
Suck in, don’t eat
Don’t breathe, don’t speak
You are a puppet for mens enjoyment
Don’t forget where you live
This is America
The country of freedom for men, not women