I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of hearing men measure my worth in my looks. I’m sick of every love song to a woman that only mentions her beauty. I’m sick of being sized up on the streets and at parties. I’m sick of hearing “his girlfriend is really hot!” I’m sick of comparing myself to other women. I’m sick of feeling like my value is going down with each passing day. I’m sick of spending money on expensive shampoo and make-up. I’m sick of shoes that hurt and bras that pinch. I’m sick of wasting time in front of the mirror. I’m sick of worrying about if my slightly crooked nose or somewhat dingy teeth precludes me from love. I’m even sick of being told I’m beautiful. because I’m sick of being measured that way.
Anyone with me? It’s enough to make me buy some sensible shoes, stop shaving, and start living with a lot of cats.