the man was thick and dark of hair

his eyes deep red with bright white glare

his shoes impeccable, his style sleek

he walked up to a girl and made no sound, no creak

his voice was slick

point you in the right direction here you've imperfection dear

his fingers skim her ribcage touch her shoulders like a boulder

he says, tsking his words, holding her up, says 'as light as bird'

she could be, thin and free

too thick in these spaces

too fat in these places

too broad in these ways

keep eating, the fat just stays

too ugly, look in the mirror and see

'oh girl, this isn't what you should be'

chains herself to him shows her the way

finger down throat no ugly shall stay