Photoshopped Barbies

"Are you seriously going to eat that?

You already downed a can of Mountain Dew.

Hey, I am only looking out for you.

We simply cannot have you getting fat."

 

" I am feeling shaky and sick.

I have thrown up half my weight in a week.

I haven't had a single bite to eat.

But at least I look like Anna Kendrick."

 

Do we really have to be twigs to fit in?

Do we really have to starve to be desired?

Do we really have to look like the Photoshopped Barbies we admire?

Is it such a sin that I don't want to conform and be thin?

 

God has blessed me with curves and confidence.

I'm proud of my body regardless of my size.

Girls will judge, that is just what they do, but that doesn't disguise

the envy in their eyes as they watch men feed me compliments.

 

My secret is, I love myself and don't compare.

To be flawless you need your own special flare.

 

 

 
 
 
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