I Am Not Myself Today
I take hot metal and burn my hair
Running it through piece by piece
Transforming each curly unruly hair
Making it look perfectly straight
I look over my naked body
Searching for misplaced rebel hairs
Poking through my perfectly smooth skin
They’re plucked leaving me soft and red
I watch the way my body moves
Thighs swaying on their own accord
Folds of fat forming as I bend
Duct tape puts me down to size
I scrutinize every inch of my face
The nose that’s slightly too wide
The blemishes scattered here and there
Make up covers every imperfection
I work until I am perfect and ready
Revealing myself to an honest spectator
It mimics the image of a perfect girl
Until I look into my eyes and see
I am not myself today
Could I even recognize her?