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Ode to Averageness.
Oh to be average,
how comfortable and sweet,
never first
never last
but always at the meet.
Oh to be average,
what would I do without your bounds,
Your opinion of me is so important
that I will destroy myself
in order to gain your acceptance.
I will stop eating
so you will think I am skinny.
I will wear three pounds of make-up
Staring into the mirror,
a sob escapes from my lips.
A monster glares back at me,
eyes daunting,
laughing at such pain.
Seeing a distorted image,
one of disgust and fat.
Skin clinging to bone,
It's 8 a.m.
and I wish I were
blind.
I could spare myself
the pain of staring
at a reflection
dying to change,
trapped in this body.
I wouldn't have to wear
my worn skin,
