The Mirror Maze

People often don’t see, That in a world of obesity, Women are way too teeny. Eat that cube of cheese before you pass out, And be sure to immediately burn it off with a workout. 200 calories a day, a week, a month, That kind of eating is uncouth, The leading cause of death In women these days. How do I beat this haze? Not get trapped in the maze Of Urban Outfitting size 0’s And Forever embracing 21 inch waist-lines, Of the Gaps between healthy and sexy, And Victoria’s many Secrets of a photoshopped body. Of the Sears I receive for having thighs like A Wet Seal. And getting Targeted by Macy’s sex appeal. It’s enough to make me want to kneel To those 21st century demands to be pretty, Be skinny, Be sickly. Big bust, Tiny waist, Whatever happened to embracing what nature gave us? When did not showing ribs become a criminal basis? Living on 100 calorie snack packs does something to the mind, An attack on not only image, But self worth and knowledge. Billboards today are painted with the pains of women, Showing each and every insecurity, the craven. We can’t don bathing suits, everyone stares It matters what we wear, And where But why? Too sexy, too conservative, Our sense of style held captive By the dictations of flashy ads and society that surrounds us, Whispering in our ear, “Tinier, tinier,” Until we give in and worship the banners Laid out in front of us like commandments, Thou shalt not weigh more than 85 pounds, Anything more is a damnation to hell. Hopefully when Judgement Day comes around, I won’t get weighed.