Once upon a midnight dreary
Got some new dresses! 
Boom.

Got some new dresses!
Boom.

I want these kids to sing Hot for Teacher one day!

I want these kids to sing Hot for Teacher one day!

Going out for a fancy dinner date!

Going out for a fancy dinner date!

Starving for Beauty

I see these women with
bones piercing their skin
the outline of their ribs,
the coils of ivory protruding
through the back of
a dress. The collar,
cheeks, and hips
all lacking flesh and
color, the pink tones
intended for a woman.


And this is what I’m
told is “beautiful?
I flip the pages of my
magazines, turn
channels on television
to see these women
withering away all
in the name of beauty.
So what does that
make me? Ugly?


Not at all.
I love my frame,
fragile with curves in
all the right places.
I embrace my body,
I eat when I want to
and I enjoy being unique.
Women weren’t meant
to starve and disappear.


Being happy, being yourself,
being different, now
that is beautiful.

What have we done?

We can all try and sound
beautiful, original, unique
but unfortunately, it’s all
been done before.
You’re just a replica, a mirrored
figure of the socially
constructed image of
perfection.
It’s unattainable, we know that.
But we try anyways.
We dress the part, buy the cars
houses, materialistic possessions,
we even eat the food we are
subliminally instructed to.

What ever happened to the dreamers,
the lovers, the artists, the
freethinkers?
When did money become more
important that passion?
What have we done?