Striving for Perfect
(with lines borrowed from "Pretty Hurts" by Beyonce)
We were born in a world of contradictions
With many sides battling for us to
Practice what was preached and
Accepted to be truth in our hearts.
Even our looks,
Purely armor to protect against the precious cargo inside,
Are battered and chipped away
By the seemingly friendly, verbal blades from those around
Who proclaim to have all the answers.
Blonder hair, flat chesst.
TV says, "Bigger is better."
South beach, Sugar free
Vogue says, "Thinner is better."
Answers came in a thousand forms,
Ideas of perfection and self-help,
Attempting to fix the shell in order to fix the soul.
But really we shine the light on whatever's worst,
Pointing our "flaws" previously
Unseen in self-reflection.
Brush your hair. Fix your teeth.
What you wear is all that matters.
The cycle of striving for beauty
Grows dangerous with unobtainable standards.
Collar bones and ribs jut out on the sidewalk,
A sign of starvation on animals
Become the picture of perfection
In the minds of those who watch in rapture.
But plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far.
Because we will never be happy with the outside
Until we are with the inside.
Perfection is a disease of a nation.
It's the soul that needs the surgery.