Taller

Bigger Thicker

Thinner Shorter Lighter

Curvier Skinnier

Lighter

These words echo 

Like a continuous knock on the walls of my mind

The pounding at the door getting louder in louder in my reflection

Beauty like an impediment as I meet myself in my reflection

Beauty is so limited 

Limited to the things we hear and the structures they ALLOW on TV

But we will rise

Beauty is so limited 

Limited to the oppressive state of mind, where beauty is defined by our oppressors

But we will rise

Beauty is so limited 

Limited to the numbers beneath our feet as our knees get weak

Wondering if I should eat or skip a meal this week 

What is that I seek? 

But I will rise

They thought they could be God

They thoughtt they could create and destroy

Create a paragon of beauty, they thought

Destroy the true beauty that was intricately created by the hands of true perfection, they thougt

But we will rise