Malibu Barbie

November 29, 2009
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They tell you when to

Get up, drag your scrawny half-starved limbs from the mattress.

you're allowed a four hour recharging period between onslaughts of learning.

They tell you how to

Wear your makeup, define you by the thickness of your eyeliner, the coats of mascara you apply, gaping like a fish

They've got you hooked, dangling over sugar-free, fat-free, zero-calorie

Tastes disgusting, revolting—

Please pass the porcelain? I'm almost to my goal weight.

They tell you what to

Wriggle your body into. Be sexy but modest, be intrepid but blend in

Because you're



exceptional enough

to stand out.

The Mohawk was only cool the first time.

They tell you who to

Love—who should make your cheeks flare, glut oxygen

and something close to happiness,

who to smear your emotions all over, ketchup slopped on new jeans.

And They tell you




Cover-up won't conceal the crimson around your eyes so

Strip down to your bones Miss PrettyPerfectpants, the boys like it.

What you don't quite comprehend

Is that self-hatred doesn't fit anyone right.

See how it tweaks your mouth, carves lines between your eyes?

I guess that's alright, just Botox it when you're done

Lacing tape measures through your ribcage.

Down to 19 inches? Oh my gosh, I'm so jealous.

That bag of sand should keep the wind from tossing you skyward again.

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inksplatters21 said...
Sept. 7, 2010 at 2:56 pm

Very true.  And at xxsmilexx, eating disorders are diseases, and often more about control than being thin.  Very wonderful piece, i have a piece on eating disorders as well


vAmPgIrL21 said...
Dec. 18, 2009 at 5:06 pm
I love this! It's so much like how some friends I HAD were. It was horrible. I can't imagine how people live their loves like that. You did a wonderful job.
xXsmileXx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 16, 2009 at 7:13 pm
I really really like this poem. I hate those chicks that think it looks hot to be paper thin. Hate em. I hate barbie and her perfection. I think you did a really great job with this and i hope you write more poems with this much attitude and passion and personality. awesome :)
Powd3er said...
Dec. 15, 2009 at 2:49 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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