She looks at her hands
Delicate hands which haven’t done much
Shy hands which could change the world with just one touch
Any act they make
Could be a mistake
Quick, hide them. Back in your jean pockets.
She looks at her body
Too skinny, eat more
Too fat, eat less
Celery, carrots, the delicate foods
He gets up for seconds, without a care
She asks a friend to get more food with her
Now she won’t look too much like a pig
Quick, suck it in.
She looks at her face
Too dark, stay out of the sun
Too pale, get a tan
Skin isn’t clear enough
Personality isn’t near enough
To hide these insecurities
Quick, grab the makeup bag.
Tell yourself you’re beautiful, and it isn’t true.
Meet a man and have him tell you you’re beautiful
This confidence is temporary.
Strip away the mirror
Strip away the makeup.
Strip away the voices.
Only you remain.
Take your hands out of your pockets.