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"Lose weight!" whispered the printed word,
As the image screamed, "YOU'RE FAT!!"
Through it's perfect airbrushed mouth;
A mouth that never tasted food -
As the body testified -
Since it's career was decided
By it's pencil-thin mother,
A woman too ugly for fashion.

Soon, the mouth will come of age;
Newer, fresher fruit will grace the page,
And, as the work drops off,
The thin, black line that is the mother
Crumples -
Falling off the wagon,
Dragging
The post-pubescent with her.