4/4/11- 11pm-ish
Perception of Beauty
The scale’s red numbers light up as she stares down upon them
Judging them with a harsh mirror of society
Knees meet linoleum
Finger in her mouth
She gracefully lurches forward
Her frail body swaying
Like a tall prairie grass in a listless breeze
She feels the upheaval again
An old friend appearing once more
She reaches for the porcelain sides she’s shackled to
And braces for impact
Her contents laid out, she wipes her mouth
And discards the evidence of her failures
She hops back on her sovereign master
The scale’s red numbers light up,
One pound down, she smiles
And walks out as if nothing happened
Beauty has become tainted by a mask of deceit
Society imposes impossible feats to mark true beauty
Skinny body, smooth skin, luscious lips, tight butt, longer lashes,
Painted nails, designer clothes, stylish hair,
The demands we’ve placed upon ourselves
Have outgrown our own capabilities
Giving us a limitless example of our faults
Leading us to an insatiable desire and quest for perfection
That no one can conquer
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