I put on that little green dress for him

I slip on the six inch stilettos for her

I keep my hair long because they tell me to

I wear a push-up because that's the only way he'll accept me

I stick a finger down my throat because they say that if you're not thin, you aren't beautiful

I wear a smile for everyone else, not because I am happy with my mistaken identity

No more will I let others dictate my life

I put on jeans and a t shirt for me

I slip on a tattered old pair of chucks for me

I cut my hair because it's what I want to do

I wear no padding because I accept my breasts as they are

I eat what I want because life is more enjoyable with a taste of chocolate

I wear a smile because I have finally escaped the chains of what everyone thinks I should be and have decided to love myself the way I am

I am perfectly imperfect, and I wouldn't have it any other way