Crinkles sitting above my eyes
Spider veins crawling up my calf
Cellulite puckering up my inner thighs
Wishing my weight was sliced in half.
"I'm gonna be a super model."
Tall and thin in my corset dress
Unable to eat without throwing up the previous meal.
Dropped before a gig, left in a mess.
But cutting and pasting does not make you unique
Adjustments to mimic Betty Boop, Jessica Rabbit, or Marilyn Monroe.
Nor does popping into a beauty boutique.
Slicing and dicing ruins the natural flow.
When I look in the mirror, I don't like what I see
Even those parts of me that make me, me.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
