“You’re too fat!”
I lose some weight.
“You’re too skinny”
I gain some back.
“You wear too much makeup”
So I wear less.
“Are you trying to be different?”
I start wearing it again.
“Middle part is in trend”
I get rid of my side part.
“Side part is in trend”
I bring it back.
Weight, makeup, hair, and style,
Critics’ voices, mile by mile.
‘You’re too this,’ ‘You’re too that,’
Their opinions, a never-ending spat.
Their rules and trends, I once obeyed,
Sick of these expectations, a soul in a cage,
These unspoken demands turn joy into rage.
Rules built by others, weigh on my heart,
Yearning for freedom, a chance to restart.
So I’m going to stop and block the hate.
Forget about being skinny or fat, how tall or short.
This life is mine and only mine,
Why follow their rule book
When you can create your own.
Change the script,
And flip the page. Start over.
The trends are dead.
Sacha Alexander – Year 11
