Lately I have truly enjoyed dipping my toes back into poetry. I haven’t written poetry since I was in middle school and forgot how much I enjoyed it and forgot just how therapeutic it can be. I wanted to write something that fellow sufferers might resonate with. Please remember, if I could find recovery so can you.
Never Enough
Make-up
Self-tanner
False eye-lashes
Fake hair
2 hours of my morning
2 hours gone
Still not “good enough”
Nose job
Boob job
Both taken care of
Liposuction
Botox
Still required
All “needed”
All wanted
All willing to go into debt for
Nails must be done
Clothes must be impeccable
I am an aesthetic object
Worth based on others’ appraisal alone
Can’t swim
Need to show my body for that
Can’t stay the night
You might see the imperfect me
Constant checking
Relentless comparing
Endless tweezing
Too much hair
Or not enough
I am never enough
Hide my face and nose with a hat
Hide my persistent discomfort
Never be seen without make-up
This a terrifying thought
Because you can’t truly live
What is it to “truly live?”
You never “live” enough
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