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What makes the perfect body?

Does it curve or narrow?
Is it short or tall?
Skinny fat or thick?
Muscular or no?

Is it big and beautiful, or is there a thigh gap in between?
Does it have rainbow hair or will a natural solid do?

Roman nose or bridged?
Should the eyes be hooded or almond-shaped?

Let’s talk lips - thin and bright or dark, with a full pout?

Are freckles too tiny? Are moles too weird and misshapen?
And omg, tbh, btw......WTF ‘beauty’ marks?

Brazilian booty or will you settle for an American flat?
Should breasts be a handful, a cup-full, or spilling out of the sides?

How come we like muffins, but not muffin tops?
Why do we make songs about having something to hold onto in sex, but pump the brakes when love handles are seen?

Hashtag, asking for a friend.
Delete.
No. That’s a lie. Asking for a woman seeking love in irl.
Sigh.
A woman who is.........well, I think you know.

In a generation of screens, if it can’t be seen, it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t matter.

Who cares about personality? Morals? Respect?
Ugh, that’s such baby boomer gen talk.

We became toxic and dysmorphic, distracted by shiny wrappings,
never happy how we came into this earth.

We are all victims of the runway.
Myself included.

Who doesn’t want to be beautiful?
Who wouldn’t want the worthiness of love?

Whose insides titter with exuberant glee as faces are smashed
in toilets, barfing excess calories?

What strange soul savors bile on the tongue?
Who displays their food journal with pride?
What mortal look forward to the metal nagging, the criticism
we beat ourselves with when the scale does not change?

Or better yet, not even enjoying a meal because of the guilt, feeling like a greedy pig, while your stomach pains and growls in hunger?

So, plates are pushed away, lies are commonplace, as you starve.

Because one day, I’ll be perfect.
Because one day, I’ll be loved.
Because one day, it’ll be worth it.

Won’t it?

Description
Instagram followers
Facebook likes
Scrolling through until we find the one

What makes the perfect body?

Does it curve or narrow?
Is it short or tall?
Skinny fat or thick?
Muscular or no?

Is it big and beautiful, or is there a thigh gap in between?
Does it have rainbow hair or will a natural solid do?

Roman nose or bridged?
Should the eyes be hooded or almond-shaped?

Let’s talk lips - thin and bright or dark, with a full pout?

Are freckles too tiny? Are moles too weird and misshapen?
And omg, tbh, btw......WTF ‘beauty’ marks?

Brazilian booty or will you settle for an American flat?
Should breasts be a handful, a cup-full, or spilling out of the sides?

How come we like muffins, but not muffin tops?
Why do we make songs about having something to hold onto in sex, but pump the brakes when love handles are seen?

Hashtag, asking for a friend.
Delete.
No. That’s a lie. Asking for a woman seeking love in irl.
Sigh.
A woman who is.........well, I think you know.

In a generation of screens, if it can’t be seen, it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t matter.

Who cares about personality? Morals? Respect?
Ugh, that’s such baby boomer gen talk.

We became toxic and dysmorphic, distracted by shiny wrappings,
never happy how we came into this earth.

We are all victims of the runway.
Myself included.

Who doesn’t want to be beautiful?
Who wouldn’t want the worthiness of love?

Whose insides titter with exuberant glee as faces are smashed
in toilets, barfing excess calories?

What strange soul savors bile on the tongue?
Who displays their food journal with pride?
What mortal look forward to the metal nagging, the criticism
we beat ourselves with when the scale does not change?

Or better yet, not even enjoying a meal because of the guilt, feeling like a greedy pig, while your stomach pains and growls in hunger?

So, plates are pushed away, lies are commonplace, as you starve.

Because one day, I’ll be perfect.
Because one day, I’ll be loved.
Because one day, it’ll be worth it.

Won’t it?