I look good

But the truth is…

I’m maybe to thin

My tan like my hair colour is bottle born

My push up padded bra creates cleavage men are supposed to like

The extra high heels accentuate my calf muscles

And give me extra height

My makeup hides swollen eyes

Covers pale lips,

Colours white pasty cheeks

Tweezers daily plucking unsightly hair

The under arms, up my legs, through bikini line

The razor performs on command

 What is this all for?

I’m tired!

Every day it’s the same routine.

Who am I doing this for?

Me! Men! A Man! Other women? Who?

Is it all necessary?

If so why? If not why not?

Why do I do it?

Do I care?

If I do, why do I?

If I don’t why do I do it?

Can I not just be me?

Yes! No!

I want to be me!!!

Take me as I am or don’t bother me.