Perfection
How is perfection defined,
with collarbones?
or a gap between my thighs?
Perfection is all we see.
because images of beauty
reflect our insecurities.
Perfection is in my reach,
no need to binge and purge,
I haven't eaten in a week.
reaching perfection is my fear
I'm beautiful the way I am,
said no girl inside the mirror.
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