Who are you?
When am I beautiful enough for our American society? Do I not watch enough MTv, do I not comb my hair enough, do I not update this diary enough, do I not buy the latest fashions at Banana Republic or Express, do I not wear enough lipstick, do I not work out enough and eat only salads when I go to Fridays, do I not join in the jokes on G. W. Bush enough, do I not wear skirts enough, do I not agree with local legislation enough, do I not proclaim that I would die for my country enough?
Am I beautiful enough for you? When I start shaving my legs every other day, when I perfect that black eyeliner, when I get my ears pierced, when I get my clit pierced, when I get rid of that little red zit that’s resting on my chin, when my breasts are bigger and my waist smaller? What do I have to do? If I moved to Uganda would I be loved? Lusted? Hated?
Who do you want me to be? Your lover, your friend, your sister, your mother, your father, your aunt, your pet, your boss, your employee, your comrade, ally, enemy, Beelzebub?
Why won’t you just let me be ugly?
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