Pearly Teeth
The glossy women with pearly teeth
who knows what thoughts lie beneath
staring blankly back at me
Taut tummies and slender thighs
in huge red letters it cries
burn fat, summer body, stay chic
But right underneath those words it coos
stay true
love your body
love your curves
love you
I flip the pages in front of the mirror
The messages hitting nearer and nearer
yet at the same time getting less clear and less clearer
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