This is a poem I wrote a while ago. I guess it doesn't need much introduction, so, here it is:

Pretty Girl

Pretty girl

Don’t listen to him

When he tells you not to take that sweet

Lying soft and tempting within your reach

Waiting for you to eat it

Don’t listen to him

When he says

“You don’t want to put on fifteen kilos now, do you?”,

In a mocking, joking voice

Don’t take him seriously

He doesn’t mean it

He doesn’t know it hurts

Pretty girl

Don’t look at her

When the example she sets is one

Buried under inches and inches of perfect,

Painstaking makeup

Hiding her flaws

Don’t look at her

When your friends say

“She has no imperfections, why can’t you be like her?”,

In beautiful, envious tones

Don’t take it personally

They’re not thinking

They don’t know it hurts

Pretty girl

Don’t pay attention to them

When they knot caustically into their cliques

Like swarms, their safety in numbers

Snickering at you because

You are different

Don’t pay attention to them

When they say

“Why aren’t you like us, why don’t you fit?”,

With sarcastic, acerbic words

Don’t take it as an insult

They don’t understand

They don’t know it hurts 

Pretty girl

Block them out

When they point perfectly painted fingernails

Sharp and faultless as their bitter voices

Not piano fingernails

Block them out

When they say

“What is she good for, why is she taking up space?”,

In lilting, mockingbird voices

Don’t take it on board

They don’t know better

They don’t know it hurts

Pretty girl

Above all, do not care

When the world around you is shallow as a rock pool

Anything meaningful reflecting off the sparkling surface

Waiting to blind someone

Do not care

When the world says

“Why have you come out of the mold differently?”,

In a genuinely confused tone

Don’t take it to heart

It doesn’t comprehend

That it hurts