SupermodelTiny waist, a pin-up figureMore Like This
Thick red lips, a heavy hitter
For a place in her bed, they’re queueing up.
Meanwhile she’s starving and spewing up
Behind the scenes, she’s a total mess
Squeezing into an impossible dress.
She’s like a stick figure with curves like a bottle
That’s the price she will pay for being a model.
She’s nothing more than a toxic shrine
Injecting an image into a young girl’s mind.
Society is almost like a nuclear plant
Displaying her for being what a woman can’t.
Reaching “perfection” will craft you a kingdom
But I’d much rather be myself than be “Miss England.”
Girls should be allowed to be themselves
Without feeling bad about the way they are.
Are you really ready to trade yourself away
To become a clone of that girl you saw on TV yesterday?
Are you ready to trade away your health, life and happiness
To become a star in a sky where your screams are unheard?
Is esteem and popularity really