Restrained by society’s chains,
I’m dying to break free of its suffocating shame.
Shy, meek, and weak is all I see,
And big, bad, and beautiful is what I dream.
“Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top” is what they sing
Yet we all see the truth beneath their diamond rings.
Looking at the mirror I can’t help but say damn,
Why can’t I too look like Michelle Pham?
What’s my mask you ask?
What a simple question I say.
“It’s you, you, and you.”
I strive for your so called “perfection”
Yet I’m limited by my own true reflection.
Now I’ve grown older, I see the chains.
And I’m no longer ashamed to be labeled as the “brains.”
I’m breaking free, free from society’s ideals
And now I shall go and make myself a truly satisfying meal.