Nip. Tuck. Lipo-suck.
Squeeze. Tweeze. Laser-freeze.
Pierce it. Paint it. Decorate it.
Anything but celebrate it.
Anti-wrinkle. Anti-gray.
Anti-40-plus birthdays.
Starvation. Implantation.
Reconstruction. Mind-abduction.
Fatten the lips. Thin the thighs.
Camouflage those raccoon eyes.
Tighten the waist. Heighten the butt.
What you can’t change, the doctor will cut.
Straighten. Perm. Chemical burn.
Chemical peel. Change how you feel,
with a purple pill… or a purple dress.
Just don’t let my hair be a mess.
Unless, of course, “mess” is in.
I wouldn’t want to miss a trend.
Tanning bed. Bleaching cream.
Celebrity diet. Inner riot.
Makes me wanna scream…
or eat real ice-cream,
with a two-finger chaser.
Tragic fat-eraser.
I’m obsessed with my body.
Won’t you please assure me?
Tell me I look skinny!
Just don’t look beyond my skin,
’cause there’s so little aglow within
that I’d really want you to see.
If I unzipped myself,
would you find something
beautiful there?
Copyright © Erika Harris
Tags: beauty, inner beauty, insanity, self acceptance, self esteem

October 27, 2008 at 5:42 pm |
Good post.
October 28, 2008 at 11:09 am |
Thanks, Corentine!
November 1, 2008 at 9:38 pm |
would luv to see lifeblazing hook up w/ ‘good body’ (‘n vm) eve ensler & craft a performance piece for teen angels mindlessly following in the misguided footsteps of their moms. this is sharp hard-hitting & Right On.