Body Conscience

A little poetic rant about body image and how it affects women.

Creamy skin and perfection
long luscious legs
thin hips, thin thighs
of expensive Dior clothes hangers-
or runway divas.
With their plastic smiles
and waxen pouts.
The beauty queens of magazines,
billboards, buses
television commercials
designed for women
gone pathetic on perfection
manufactured through Calvin Klein.
Stick your finger down your
gorgeous throat and heave your
life’s contents in your
personal porcelain shrine.
Strive to be like you should be
or feel the shivering need to
become
because Inner beauty only goes so far
or so they say.
And we believe it, oh we always believe it
reaching for some intangible concept
of bodily perfection
which we hold even
higher then God.
Lose weight fast schemes and pills
frantically swallowing to freedom
from our own skin
Our spiral
into this
unnatural need
this constant pressure
to look like barbie dolls
or supermodels
And the only thing worse
than being ignorant
is being aware
and wanting it anyway.