I'll never be bulimic model thin,
Catwalk-cloned, pound-purging,
Shallow souled versions,
Of the high society, low class
Pill popping sad selves they are.
Or made into their plastic-perfect,
And $calpel-Sculpted,
Body-lifted falseness.
Never be that proverbial '10'
Who are much more minus,
Than that of a plus.
Or be an object of
Vanity filled, male desire.
I'll never be good enough
For man's socially-tainted view
Of fake air-brushed,
photo-shopped perfection,
In this perverted world of
Porn-minded mentality
And morally bereft souls.
But damn if any man
Out there, thinking like that,
Will ever be good enough
For this perfectly imperfect,
Full-hearted, honest, giving
Loving to a fault, me!