Go ahead dear.
Coat your face with disguises and paint.
Wipe away your innocence and tears.
Will that make you feel better?

Sit ups on a rubber mat
Salads sitting sadly on a small scarlet plate
God forbid you get fat.
How does size zero taste?

Maybe, maybe if the clothes fit just right
Skirts as high as your head is in the clouds,
Shirts that dip as low as your esteem
Showing off creamy small lumps of flesh.
Because everybody knows,
if you don't show your breasts
then you must not have them.

So go ahead.
Manipulate and master and murder your body.
And once you embrace the numbness and dismiss the dread,
I will ask you,
Are you happy now?