I want the perfect body
the perfect smile
the perfect laugh
I want to be like
the perfect
women in the glossy, slick expensive
magazines.
I’d kill myself
starve myself
punish myself without mercy
to be like the perfect women
revered
in the bible of female existence
the glossy, slick, expensive magazines.
If I am like that
tall, cool, white and blond
maybe
I will love myself
like one of those people
who fall in love
with the women
in the slick, glossy, expensive magazines.
But, oh the magic but,
if
I loved myself first?
Love thyself is a lie
who can do that
when your mirror screams in horror
when you stand in front of it
and it’s just the three of you
hating each other.
Like the dark twisted figures
hidden between the pages
of the
slick, expensive magazines
Daily Addiction Prompt: Frail
I loved this! Reminded my of a conversation i had with my daughter the other night about “perfection” and the women she sees on tv.
It’s a vicious thing we get caught up in. I wish I had looked at things differently, but a didnt.
I didn’t either. I’ve learned a lot though and I hope I’m teaching my girls something different now.