Manifesto of a 21st Century Teenage Girl

“Back in my day…” they say,
but this isn't their day.

This is an unmitigated terrain 
of social media and peer pressure, 
where if you don't meet the standard of beauty, 
you’re told “wear some makeup.” 

And if you do reach those unrealistic 
and one-sided views of beauty, 
you’re told “Still put on some makeup.” 

Because in a society and system based on perfection, 
you’re never enough 

This is an age where we’re pulled into the principal’s office for outfits 
that “trigger disturbances,” 
while the real disturbances 
walk the halls untouched. 

This is an age where we scroll through highlight reels
 of “perfect” lives we’ll never live, 
comparing them to ours, 
laying in bed, 
surrounded by LED lights 
and mirrors we dread looking into. 

This is an age where schools cry “bully,” 
but never observe the bullying and harm 
we inflict on ourselves. 

An age that “claims” to accept you if you're gay, 
until you say it out loud. 
Then, you're at best tolerated. 

If you don’t have a boyfriend,
you’re naive. 
If you do have a boyfriend, 
you’re clingy. 

This is an age where we seek comfort 
in music and shows on the big screens,
only to be policed on 
when and how we can turn to them. 

This is an age where once we muster up the courage 
to look in the mirror, 
we are obsessed not because we are vain, 
but because we need to spend every second 
overanalyzing our features, 
trying to find a solution 
for why everyone seems to hate us, 
why we are so unlovable. 

This is an age 
designed to make us 
hate ourselves, 
plagued by Facetune 
and premature aging. 

This is an age like never before. 
So don’t blame it on our phones.

Because these systems and ideals 
are evolutions of ones you put in place. 

And it is doomed to happen again, 
unless we shatter the mirror, 
before it shatters us.

--Cecilia G., 6th-8th Grade