Hourglass, tiny waist,

perfect hair, pretty face

Crystal clear, porcelain skin

24/7 spent in the gym

Water only, no food diet

The media is a silent tyrant

That tells me all I need to do

Is grow up fast and look like you

A model perfect all around

A beauty queen who takes the crown

A perfect smile, straight and white

All my efforts in despite

My thighs won’t ever have a gap

My stomach isn’t always flat

My hair gets frizzy in the rain

I hate High heels they’re such a pain

And When I have a daughter

I hope to warn her of the lies

That cling to your subconscous

And make you worry about your size

No matter what you look like

You’ll always see a flaw

But accept the ones you can not change

For what they really are- apart of you


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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