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?