Beauty

It's false.

They're poking and prodding me

like I'm some kind of

lab rat.

They're pinching my fat 

and shaking their heads.

They want me to be thinner.

Just a little bit more.

They give me these white pills

that promise me beauty

and I take them.

They're not making me pretty

they're just taking my flesh away

and I'm slowly disappearing.

But in the sinister flash

of my enemy; the camera,

I'm just the same as I was

the other day. 

Sometimes they hit me.

If my mother cooks me dinner,

they tell me that I'm fat. 

I can't be happy

because happiness isn't "beauty".

But what is beauty

if there's no smile 

on my 

face?

Author's Note

...hmm.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

This is a tough one...I've never been in that position..so the depth of the mental struggle is not easy for me to grasp. I will say this though....the writing is clear and concise and I could understand you had or have anguish.. because it flows from your wording.
This gave me a better understanding of a battle that must be hard for some..breeding discontent in daily life.
I enjoyed it...and BTW...you can be my friend no matter how you feel about yourself.
Scott

[Moebia]

Thanks for the review! :) And thank you overall.

[TheFeelsGuy]

I love the way you wrote this. You are a talented writer.

[Moebia]

Thank you! That means more to me than you think!

[Sue Hart]

Not...hmm. It's good and fits with millions who associate with that. It's an excellent poem. I liked it very much.

[Moebia]

Thank you so much, Sue!