Flat stomach.
Trimmed thighs.
Toned arms.
Sharp face.
Bones and skin.
Vivid eyes.
Perfect hair.
Makeup flawless.
Skin bright and tan.
Luxurious style.
"Why can't this be me? " she asks.
We are constantly trapped and bombarded by perfection.
We strive for the impossible
And bleed for the undone.
Kick punch binge and purge-
All for something that will never be.
Who are we really?
Question the world; never yourself.
