PERFECTION.

Skinny legs, bigger breasts Is all they want to see Tiny waists and thinner arms The opposite of me. The pressure to be perfect Is slowly closing in An utter suffocation That doesn't seem to end. Society is telling me Beautiful is thin And if I choose to starve myself Perfection is what I win. Shoving something down my throat Will get me what I want Bring me closer to that goal Of a body I can flaunt. Society is telling us beauty is price Measured in the size of your breasts In weight and clothing size. But let me tell you here and now No good will come from that It seems okay at first But soon becomes a trap. A disease that clouds the mind And believe what is untrue Believes you are never good enough No matter what you do. There is one beauty that I know It's the greatest prize of all Its learning to accept yourself Imperfections, flaws,and all The beauty that really matters Lies in our heart,our soul our core Because when you love what's inside You love what's outside even more..kuturanki.