The dim light of the sun
penetrates her window
sunrise
and she's already staring herself down in the mirror
Running over her imperfections
with her artificial skin
salvation in a bottle,
her daily routine
-blush on cheeks
-smudge the eyeliner
-a touch of mascara
-the lipgloss
this is her life
[turn up your lips with gliding sensual shine]
Hands grip her stomach
as she stands in front of her wall
the magazine clippings scream insults
"your just not good enough"
[a better butt, no more flab,
no more jiggle, no more dimples!!!]
tears well in her eyes
as she pulls on her jeans
too damn tight
or maybe shes just too fat
((she fixes her hair in the mirror and sighs))
after just 50 more crunches((push-ups, cherry-pickers, leg-lifts))
she once again faces the women on her wall
and whispers quietly to herself
"someday you'll be perfect,
perfect like them..."
[Half the battle for women is thinking
about sex (appeal)]
.
.
.
♥
Author notes
body-x-mold
I don't know if this is what you want darling, but the point of this, is that alot of girls are will to die for perfection, to look as beautiful as those girls in the magazine. The stereotypical perfect woman. the phrases in the brackets are things i got from Allure Magazine...To be beautiful, you must find yourself beautiful through your own eyes, not through societies.
anyways,
I hope you like it.
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((SCREAM me a love song))
A contest entry
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Comments
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...Dirty-pretty? Never been too fond of it. While your topic is realistic here and there, I think your poem was a little to literal and bland. If you could work this into a format that wasn't dirty-pretty, you could make this a great poem.
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oh, and hate and love this all at the same time. only because of the truth. this really struck a chord(open E, deep and sad) and i really wish i couldn't relate. but you described it so beautifully for such a morbid subject and the excerpts really made the poem. i was glancing over some covers in the market the other day. Stick thin model on the cover, headlines "DROP 27 LBS THIS MONTH" and "your belly could be flatter TODAY"
{i'm never good enough for my magazine clippings either}
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