Not Jenny

Just like many others, I wanted to be Jenny too. I don't know why. Why does anyone want to be Jenny? I realized my sophomore year of college that I couldn't try anymore. I wanted my music louder, my clothes blacker, and my attitude worse. Jenny likes to be skinny but I like cheeseburgers. I tried to be skinny like Jenny and ended up stuck in group therapy with other girls who tried to be too skinny like jenny. I don't want to be skinny anymore. I realized that there is no jenny. Because even the Jenny that I wasted my time comparing myself to is comparing herself to another Jenny who is also comparing herself to another Jenny. Jenny is a social construct perpetuated by society and media to try to keep women in line. I don't buy it and I don't want it. Jenny isn't real. There is no jenny.

"Jenny doesn't accidentally look twelve..."

Jenny doesn't accidentally look twelve in every outfit. Jenny doesn't get carded anymore. Jenny never got carded in a gas station for looking to young to drive. At 19 years old. She can wear fun make-up. Bright purple eyeshadow or Blue lipstick. I look like a kid playing with face paint if I go anywhere beyond the neutrals or skin tones. If Jenny wears pigtails it's cutesy and sexy, not infantile. Jenny has the blonde hair and dark roots, I have the dark hair and blonde roots. Dark hair makes me look at least a little bit older than blonde hair. Fucking Jenny. She didn't have to abandon everything pink at 16 years old. I'll look 13 until I suddenly turn into an old lady at either 50 or 60. At least then Jenny and I will be the same.

I have no idea how to be Jenny

All work and no play makes Jenny a dull boy