The Twelve Year Old Slut
I was twelve when I realized that nobody would love me more than me
School, the place where I went to get learn, was where I learned to despise myself.
And even though I hated the way I looked due to my fellow peers, I still dressed to impress
For I needed to keep myself pure and beautiful for them
So that I would find someone someday brave enough to love me
Because that’s all a twelve year old girl wants… A fairytale ending
A fairytale ending where the princess gets “saved” by the prince
It was at twelve years of age when I started applying makeup
Because the heartless boys in my class would sing in a chorus:
Ugly fat ugly fat
I put on the brightest pink shade of lipstick that my mother owned
Because I had to become beautiful for the same boys that would later tell me to kill myself
But, that still was not enough
The choir sang louder:
Slut cake-face slut cake-face
I went home that day, lipstick smeared on the back of my pathetic hand
Head down so nobody could see the slutty twelve year old cake-face
Face in hands, I only felt safe in my own skin
The skin that I was told to cover up because my acne was hideous and the constellation of freckles that graced my cheeks were disgusting
The skin that I was taught to destroy when I felt suicidal because of how repulsive I was
Sometimes, when I look in the bathroom mirror I can’t even see myself
Because a mirror is a hex that shows you what you’ve become
For I was ashamed! I was scared! What had I become?
Petite gorgeous petite gorgeous
The chorus that taunted me when I was only twelve recruited a new member
And it was me
Have you ever felt so senseless that it physically hurts?
Amuse me, boys of the sixth grade
Since when was loving yourself a sin?
Change your appearance, and change your personality and fill a mold that you will never fit into
Girls are only worth pearly whites and long flowing locks
Bullshit!
At the end of the day, you will only have one thing
Yourself
Your beautiful self, and do not flinch at the word beautiful, because goddamnit that’s exactly what you are
It’s the way you laugh a melodic hymn when you are bemused
It’s the way your eyes shine like the stars in the darkest of nights
You do not need to conform to anybody’s standards
Because whether it is your weight, height, gender, sexual orientation, or the color of your skin
It does not matter
Because society’s expectations do not define anybody, especially you
You are worth it even without the whitening strips, diet pills, and shavers
You are the princess that does not need saving by the prince
And maybe, people should start realizing that.