Stereotype

This mirror before me showed me everything I didn't want to see. The extra skin at my hips, my thighs too thick. I'm fat, unattractive, and nowhere near good enough for the large, professional ballet companies. The companies that only want the prettiest, skinniest, and most perfect girls they can find. I'll never be like any of them. Just keep exercising it off. Just don't eat. Now months later, look at me. I have starved myself to the point where you can see all of my bones in my body, all of my muscles. I look like a skeleton. It hurts move now, I am always so tired and fatigued. And all of this to please a stereotype, to please everyone else, when all along I should've been trying to do what is best for me. I can't live like this anymore, hating myself, starving myself, hurting myself. I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to be who they want me to be.

I want to be me.