Am I Good Enough Yet?

Am I good enough yet? Do I meet your standards as Beautiful, or am just like the rest? How's my physique? I didn't let myself fall to food like others. I fought it with everything I had. I've spent my evenings searching for new diets, trying new workouts, deciding that to resist all food to keep that tiny curved body you want me to have. You won't find any stretch marks on me. I paid hundreds to rid of those scars on my legs and stomach. So, am I good enough yet? And look who's gotten into mommy's make-up. My acne is covered by tinted creams and foundation. Pinching cheeks and a little blush should bring some color. Pale lips stained with red make you notice me more. My eyes aren't small after using eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. My eyebrows aren't thick after waxing and plucking. Oh, and if my face isn't perfect enough, I could always do plastic surgery. I'm too pale, you say? I'll just lay in the sun and burn my skin and accept the pain if it makes me Beautiful. Fake tans are in, aren't they? All I have to do is buy a bottle and rub those chemicals on my skin that make me look orange. If it makes me good enough, why not? You'll never see the roots in my hair not bleached ever again. I'll be in the salon with a new hairdo until I find one you're satisfied with. It'll always be straightened and curled to perfection from those scorching, metal plates, and you'll know by the burns on my hands. But it's okay. I'm going to be good enough for you. Hours upon hours fixing my make-up and hair, hiding any flaw on my skin, any fat you might notice, always wanting to fit your image of Beautiful is what I do. It doesn't matter that I spend more time hiding my flaws from you than actually living. It's okay because I want you to like me. I want to finally be called Beautiful. So, tell me, society, am I good enough yet?