Human

My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me.

I have to be beautiful. I have to be tall. I have to spend my money on makeup just to make up for not being born perfect.

My name. Do I get to choose? Nevermind, that would be silly. I just need to keep my head down. I can't talk, I just need to walk, but where am I going?

When given the freedom to choose I don't know what to do because I'm used to not getting to choose. My hair needs to be long, my waist thin, my breasts semi-exposed for men that don't listen because I'm just supposed to be an over-sexualized 10. I need to be a doll for their pleasure. But I also need to be a proper lady and lately I haven't felt like either of those options are right for me.

I'm not that beautiful. I'm not that tall. I'm not perfect. I try! I get tired of having my head down. My hair isn't long. My waist isn't thin and I would like to keep my breasts in my shirt because they aren't for men!

I refuse to be a doll. My voice may be small but I'm getting tired of being told who to be when I just want to be me. I am not some robot who will let society say I'm not human. I will not say I am a doll that needs to get back in her box. I won't go back in there on display for them to slay with their cruelty. I have a choice! I have a voice! So try to fix my skin to make it porcelain. Try to uncross the wires that twist. But I don't care what you think or say. You're not the reason I wake up and you can't take my voice away!

I have a choice. I am not a doll or robot. I am not less than a man because I'm a woman. I am worth something. And I am human.