Nip. Tuck. Lipo-suck.
Squeeze. Tweeze. Laser-freeze.
Pierce it. Paint it. Decorate it.
Anything but celebrate it.
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.
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
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