PERFECTION

PERFECTION

From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul IV

Perfection

Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life’s ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.

W. Somerset Maugham

Skinny legs, bigger breasts

Is all they want to see

Tiny waists and thinner arms

The opposite of me.

The pressure to be perfect

Is slowly closing in

An utter suffocation

That doesn’t seem to end.

Society is telling me

Beautiful is thin

And if I choose to starve myself

Perfection’s what I win.

Shoving something down my throat

Will get me what I want

Bring me closer to that goal

Of a body I can flaunt.

Society is telling us

Beauty is a prize

Measured in the size of your breasts

In weight and clothing size.

But let me tell you here and now

No good will come from that

It seems okay at first

But soon becomes a trap.

A disease that clouds the mind

And believes what is untrue

Believes you’re never good enough

No matter what you do.

There is one beauty that I know

It’s the greatest prize of all

It’s learning to accept yourself

Imperfections, flaws, and all.

The beauty that really matters

Lies in our heart, our soul, our core

Because when you love what’s inside

You love what’s outside even more.

Brittany Steward

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