Blonde hair, blue eyes
how can I compete with this image
the magazine model
a manniquen
the perfect figure
perfect girl most will say.
Long legs, soft skin
how can I be more like them
but more products
the latest fads
the perfect girl
the corporate paycheck.
White teeth, pouty lips
how can I be perfect
fit the expectation of others
be better then I am
the perfect stereotype
sacrifice myself.
Anorexia, Bulemia
rail thin and deathly pale
the magazine model
still never good enough
the stereotype finally
killing myself.
Its not scary its sad
and you have pouty lips my dear lol
but for real you are beautiful no mater what
everyone has thier beauty in thier way
you as well as me and stacey
and this poem rocks
ash
Much Love
Ashley