The Game We Play

One, two, three, 

Four, five, six.

Look in the mirror,

Lick your lips.

Pluck and pull,

Scrub and conceal.

Watch what you eat,

Don't eat that meal.

Why do we play

This terrible game?

Where we go out and hide

Our true beauty in shame?

If there was one thing

That I could change,

Though it's probably

A little strange,

I'd change the way

We perceive ourselves.

Because we aren't dolls

Just sitting on shelves.