Losing It All

A dress of black Silk A Head of golden curls laughter rolling, glasses clinking cheeks are rosy, eyes are twinkling the hostess rises the look of perfection beauty brains and poise all into one on-lookers sigh in admiration and watch as she walks away when out of the range of the admirers glances she ducks into a stall and takes her chances Who's going to notice the few pounds? I want to reach the final destination just a few more than ill be there I want to be perfect According to their standards I want to be in control so Im going to reach that goal. ----- How perfect can a person be to make herself sick endlessly and throw her future away just to acceed the standards of today?