Society;
I am sorry I do not look the way that you want me too. I am also sorry that this forces people to regard me differently, think less of me, judge me unfairly, and make me feel worse about myself than I already do. Society, I am sorry that I am a slave to you. I am sorry that I place stock in your sick standards--I am sorry for purchasing your beauty magazines, and putting on makeup in the morning and not eating when I am hungry. Society, I am sorry that I have dirty fingernails, a short neck, thin hair, broad shoulders, hips and breasts. I am sorry you don't want them. I would wrap them up and tuck them away if I could. I am also sorry that things do not work this way.

Society, I am sorry that we cannot coexist. I am sorry that I broke my mirror because I do not want you to look at me every time I want to look at me. I am sorry that I will not buy your magazines anymore and I am sorry that I am going to eat when I'm hungry. Society, I am sorry that I will not put other people down to validate myself when you tell me that I am not good enough. I am sorry that I am empathetic and I am sorry that I care about everything that breathes if I decide to think about it for too long.

I am very sorry that I will not let you tell me how to feel anymore. But, Society, I know you'll be alright, because I am just a number.

Society, I am sorry that I am not quite ready for you yet. I respect everyone who is, because I am just not strong enough to be a part of it right now.
Kindly think no less of me for it. Surely, I'll come around some day. We all do.
Regards,
Ginny.