WHO TAUGHT YOU BEAUTY

You sell insecurity like it’s a cure Turn self-doubt into revenue streams You crop our bodies to fit your frames Then blame us for tearing at the seams You call it “health”, you call it “taste” But it’s control dressed up as care You build demand for smaller waists And profit off the girls’ despair You invent a flaw, then sell the fix You set the scale, then move the ticks Who taught you beauty equals pain? Who said worth must be explained? Why does my body need your approval To be considered sane? You standardize what should be free Mass-produce identity If I don’t fit your fantasy That doesn’t make a flaw in me You edit pores, erase the skin Delete the proof that we are real You flatten hips, you narrow noses Call it “polish”, call it “appeal” Little girls learn how to shrink Before they learn to take up space You teach them mirrors are a test And failure lives inside their face You manufacture discontent Then act surprised at what it meant Who taught you beauty equals pain? Who said worth must be explained? Why does my body need your approval To be considered sane? You standardize what should be free Mass-produce identity If I don’t fit your fantasy That doesn’t make a flaw in me Maybe the problem isn’t skin Maybe it’s the market you’re in If we loved ourselves out loud Your whole empire would fall down Keep your rankings, keep your charts Keep dissecting women’s parts I won’t measure my existence By your numbers or persistence You can’t define humanity By symmetry and vanity Your standards only work If we agree