T H I N
T h I n
Thin girl
What are they selling you
In those multi-flavored packets
Boxes
Of completely free fat
Cereals
The ideal
Skinny girl
Pre-fashioned femininity
Of skin and bone
Their last resort of your motherhoods
Guilt of your womb
Un-sunned
Suntan makeup
For the rest of the world
“Hello” magazine
Has no inkling of
What you lost in those
Shedding pounds
Of fat
Behind your beauty
Now only skin deep
Is all you want to be
You fell for the diet
And the lifeless tailor made dummies
Of Gay dress makers
Who dress you
How they want to be
So flat
So t h I n
So
Skeleton
Pretty
And Anorexia
Is a disease of the 21st century
Everything about your woman-inity
Turned into the wire proportions
Of a coat hanger
It’s your own fault
Your dependence on makeup
And push up
Corsets history and false eye lashes
To disguise who you are
The drug of vanity
Prescribed to
Dictated to
Addicted to
And given to you
So easily
All those slick shinny fronts of
“Girlie”
Magazines
Show you forever young
And acceptably
T h I n
Support structures
Of tint and dust
Elastic accessories
Hold up
Tuck
Cover up
All the beauty
Which defines your life
A woman
Defined in four alphabetical
Words
T h I n
Will you be on a diet
For the rest of your life
?
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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