Pressure to be a lie:
2.5.08
I’m sorry I don’t have skinny legs or bigger boobs,
Because that’s the first and only thing you see.
I’m sorry I don’t have a smaller waist or thinner arms,
But that’s just the opposite of me.
Always the pressure to be perfect,
While really I’m starting to close in.
And still the utter suffocation,
That doesn’t seem to end.
It’s hard when society is telling me,
That beautiful is the all new thin.
And if I choose to starve myself,
Perfections what I’ll win.
A toothbrush shoved down my throat,
To get me what I want.
Bringing me closer to my goal,
Of a perfect body I can flaunt.
If I just learn to starve myself,
I could maybe get to hat size.
Going days without eating,
Since beautiful is the prize.
People tell me day by day,
What I believe is untrue.
But I believe I’m not good enough,
And this is something I need to do.
They say its inner beauty,
That lies in our heart and in our core.
I’m sorry but I don’t believe it,
What I believe means more.
-Yvonne S
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Submission Name: Pressure to be A lie
