After all, barbie came in heels.

I hate that we live in a world where women are raised to hate their bodies. Where Barbie's completely irrational shape is considered perfect and counting ribs from across the room makes her them an idol.

Women who are naturally curvy starve themselves to be thin and women who are naturally thin are getting implants to give the illusion of curves.

It's like by the age of 5 you're already predisposed to have an eating disorder that is her dirty little secret. Because god knows admitting to falling victim to the pressures of culture and actually being human makes her an attention seeker. and according to society, women are naturally supposed to be a double zero, while eating pizza and beer and not pooping. Because all men know that women don't do that; we piss glitter and rainbows come out of our asses.

And then there's porn which is full of these women who are injected, nipped/tucked, airbrushed, and gave up carbohydrates back in the early nineties in exchange for cocaine.They're the Bentley of women. The hidden treasure and certainly daddy's pride and joy.

Men have made out like bandits, and then have the audacity to scuff and tease a woman for having a few extra pounds. Or openly make vulgar comments about her shape, like that's all that matters and that's all she is. The notches in their beds are conquests and somehow, make them more of a man.
     Women get waxed, stand in front of mirrors for hours pinching skin and making a mental checklist of all the flaws that somehow make them not only less of a woman but less of a person and not as deserving of love and companionship because in this fucked up world she'll silently compare herself to redtube. And then she'll regret every extra calorie for the past week and a half.

Men want to come home to a screen and then go home to someone who lies there, in relief the lights are off and wondering if he noticed her premenstrual bloat or the cookies she ate earlier.

Even though we can work beside a man for the same pay, the world never really changed. There's this unobtainable image we're supposed to have, all while being a CEO, having children, keeping the house clean, and dinner on the table by six-thirty. 

Women are supposed to be under five foot six, one hundred pounds, perfect skin, big boobs, tiny feet, weak, emotionally dependent, and do only cute girly things. There's no such thing as blemishes, drinking out of the jug, burping, cellulite, independence, or strong; physically and emotionally. She shouldn't be able to reach the bowl off the top shelf in the kitchen or outrun him. Her thighs shouldn't be big, especially with muscle, and she shouldn't worship her running shoes right?

I don't think hate is the word