it makes me look fat,
she complains to the mirror,
stroking her sides
as if that'll melt away
the imaginary flesh
that she sees
on her hips.
but she's got this body,
she mutters to the magazine,
staring at the woman
leaning across the car,
and a red painted fingernail
trails down the
curves born from photoshop.
closets lined with
handbags and high heels,
and money spent on makeup,
dainty skirts and
revealing shirts,
only to be tossed away
once next season comes around.
and still
with all the money in her world
sitting in her closets,
she stares in her mirror,
wondering why the hell
god made her like this.
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bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
