Imperfections

Long blonde hair that falls perfectly over her shoulders
A shiny glow that looks luscious and split-end-free
The golden locks almost sparkle in the sunlight if looked at closely
A tiny waist that you could easily wrap one hand around, with room to spare
Thin legs that consist of not a single sight of a wrinkle or blemish
A juicy ass with perfect hips, angular to her shoulders
A flat belly that did not dare have stretch mark or the slightest bit of fat
Winter white skin that is free of freckles or the most meager of imperfections
A jaw line so crisp and sharp-cornered that it was seen as sexy
Plump lips that were the purest shade of pinkish red
Foolproof makeup that made her face look natural, not like frosting on a cake
Her nails are always done with polished French tips
Shoulders back as she prances around showing off her beautiful body
No matter how she poses, she always looks thin
The face she makes, never affects her overall image because her smile is flawless
Tall and thin, a height that makes heels look unnecessary
Fashionable clothing because God knows she can fit it
Flaunted every item she wore with absolute beauty and grace
Naturally she looks this way because she has a well balanced diet that doesn’t cause her to gain a pound
Her willpower is beyond extraordinary; she can say “no” to anything
She has persistence and a go-get-er attitude that sets goals and accomplishes them
To portray the image that she’s even more perfect

Her eyes are always hidden because it shows the truth
The truth that her life is full of intense troubles causing weakness and flaws
Weakness and flaws that no one should dare see because the image of this absolute angel would become broken

Looking in the mirror I see
Brown hair with knots and tangles
The tips filled with split ends that look ratty and broken
A face of dark brown skin that looked sand coloured and dirty
Hair covering my arms and legs as I cover up and hide in shame
Wearing baggy sweaters and frumpy jeans to feel comfortable and hide the weight I’ve gained over the summer
No willpower is present as I think of how many calories the chocolate bar was I indulged in last week
Never will I look the least bit sexy
The love handles hung over my hips
My collar bones are nowhere in sight because their swimming in a sea of fat and skin
Eyelashes shorter than the tip of a pen
No amount of makeup could hide the blemishes living on my face
There is no quantity of food that will ever satisfy me
I loathe my mother for feeding me such unhealthy and fattening foods while I was growing up

The addiction of the television draws me to the pure beauty and perfection of models
Jealously encounters my emotions raging my feelings to become angry

“Become a doctor; become a teacher”
“How about model? Or a stripper? Or even a rich housewife whose job is to maintain a perfect image?”
“When would you like dinner honey?”
“I’ll eat in my room thanks; I have lots of homework to do”
She looks at the plate filled with a steak; potatoes drizzled in gravy and green beans that were cooked to perfection
Looks in the mirror and at the plate again
Without even a second thought she throws the dinner into the garbage and leaves the clean plate on her desk

She turns to her closet and places her back onto the cold wall of the inside of the doors
With a pencil she traces the width of her waist, hips and legs
Removing her back from the wall
She admires her improvements
“I can do better”
“Food is an enemy”
“Hunger and fat are nonexistent”
She adds another quote to the wall of several motivational sayings
“Skinny is better”

She then takes out the jar from her closet labelled “new body cash”
Spilling the contents inside the container onto the ground where she counts every penny
“I’m almost there”
She looks at the picture plastered on the jar of a tin model with large breasts and a big bum
Suddenly all of her clothes are laying by her side
Standing naked in front of the mirror she witnesses her body’s changes

In the mirror her body is thinner than a piece of paper
Her feet and head become the biggest parts of her body
Muscle is no longer present as her body begins to eat what was left
Her ribs are beginning to have a distinct definition
Her stomach is sucking itself into a black hole, in pain from the starvation it’s faced
Her collar bones were so noticeable it looks as though they aren’t meant to be there
The bones and joints in her knees, popping out as though trying to break free from this hell
Every single bone is visible in her body
This wasn’t a sexy healthy thin anymore

Red, fearful hands dragged her to the magazines, the television commercials and programs, the models, the fame
Her closet became filled with over the knee boots and knee high stockings
Low cut tank tops that revealed cleavage
Tight jeans that would flatter nobody
Crop tops that showed off her belly
Thongs that barely covered anything
Heels that were almost an illegal height
Lace push up bras to show off her chest that she doesn’t have due to her low weight
Her identity and uniqueness have vanished
She is like the rest of them
Can no longer see
Blind from reality