Dear Women

 B–You --

Conditioned to care about things that do not matter

   unless they matter to you

Women

   Our toughest critic is you

She would look nice in a dress

   Her skirt is too short

She is too old to dress like that

   Her dated clothing makes her look old

She would look cute if she cut her long hair

   Her short hair makes her look like a boy

She would be pretty if she put on make up
   Her face is hidden under all that gunk

She's too fat to wear form fitting clothes
   Her baggy clothes make her look frumpy

Built for style not built for speed

   high heels, wonder bras

layer upon layer of migraine-causing

fragrant beauty products

If she wore it the first time it was style

   Fashion police dictate

She's not allowed to wear it

    When it comes back around

Who is she trying to impress?

   Who does she think she is?

tom-boy, girly-girl, plain jane, wall flower, slut 

he, she, they, them, what?

woman

Her smile lights up the room

   She should she smile more often