double standards

Growing up it was hot pink and lime green; anything from Justice or Limited Too.

Sparkles and Rhinestones—here, try this perfume…it’s called ‘Love Yourself’, but it will make him love you.

There’s dress code at school, but if you want to be noticed you need the skintight khakis from American Eagle, the collared shirts from Aeropostále.

Two hours every morning on your hair, pin straight or scrunched but never natural.

You haven’t hit puberty but put on a bra, wear deodorant, shave the invisible blonde hair on your legs—never let it get past stubble.

Be smart, but not a bookworm.

A ditz but carry a conversation.

Act like you don’t get what he’s implying.

Oh, you knew all along? Now you’re a tease—don’t do that.

Why are all of your friends guys? Don’t do that, don’t be a slut.

It doesn’t matter if the girls are mean, or don’t get your humor.

Why are all of your friends girls? You’re no fun, don’t be a goody-two-shoes.

If you aren’t friendly, you’re a prude.

If you are friendly, you want me.

If you don’t want me, you’re a tease. Why’d you do that? Don’t do that.

Your sleeves are cuffed, are you gay?

You’re wearing plaid, do you like girls?

I can see your nipples through your shirt, are you one of those radical feminist lesbians??

You never wear makeup, so you’re the butch one?

You always wear red lipstick, so you’re the femme one?

I thought she was gay cause she was hanging out with you.

It’s 2016, be whoever you want, wear whatever you want, do whoever you want.

We’re not here to judge. Just don’t stray from the trend.