Gap in thighs, ironing board gut,
Toned biceps, triceps and all is a must.
A tan, no blemishes, no stretch marks either,
No spider veins and calves to die for.
Work those ugly saddlebags,
Cover your hideous face with splodge.
Lovelies don’t have cellulite,
Let alone, fat and spots that look like raging blobs.
Anything else, is not the best,
If you want all this, best not ever take a rest.
It must be your life, every day.
Work out until you drop if you want the pay.
Money to be made, lots of it too,
From these unhealthy desires, that will never come true.
Round in circles, all through life you’ll go,
On that proverbial, hated, Merry go Round.
One step further; Go under the knife?
Happy? Has it improved your life?
Maybe a bit more is all you need,
Before long it’s an addiction that begs another feed.
False nails, false hair,
False person, false stare.
How much of yourself are you prepared to lose?
Do you stop when you eventually blow a fuse?
You’ll never be that model in the magazine.
Hell, the model isn’t even the model in the magazine.
Be happy, it’s far more enriching.
Find love for yourself and against yourself stop bitching.
Be pleased with what you see,
You are unique, tell people ‘accept me.’
And those that don’t aren’t worth your time,
Live by that rule, you’ll be enriched and forever fine.