“You are what you eat”
But what if I starve?
A thick or plump figure away that I carve.
So hungry I could swallow the sea,
But I’ll be discarded by society.
They see growing up as unacceptable,
My body another shiny collectible.
Depending on jobs or body hair,
The bigger it is the more that they stare .
Am I just a painting to hang on a wall?
Is beauty a new needed update to install?
Why do we play along and stand still?
As if we were climbing a hill.
The higher you go the harder a breath,
But beauty Is pain and perfection is death.