perfection is a trifle dull.

eh eh eh people, look what ive found.
i was trying to help my sis in indo finding a love poem.
so i flipped through my book and i found this.

Skinny legs, bigger breats
Is all they want to see
Tiny waists and thinner arms
The opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect
Is slowly closing in
An utter suffocation
That doesn't seem to end.
Society is telling me
Beautiful is thin
And if I choose to starve myself
Perfection's what I win.
Shoving something down my throat
Will get me what I want
Bring me closer to that goal
Of a body I can flaunt.
Society is telling us
Beauty is a prize
Measured in the size of your breasts
In weight and clothing size.
But let me tell you here and now
No good will come from that
It seems okay at first
But soon becomes a trap.
A disease that clouds the mind
And believes what is untrue
Believes you're never good enough
No matter what you do.
There is one beauty that I know
It's the greatest prize of all
It's learning to accept yourself
Imperfections, flaws and all.
The beauty that really matters
Lies in our heart, our soul, our core
Because when you love what's inside
You love what's outside even more.
-Brittany Steward

i know the poem isnt very WOW. as in language and starting part. haha!
but i know exactly how the writer feels.
thats what tyra banks said.
"but if i had lower self-esteem, i would probably starve myself RIGHT NOW."
so yeah people, pls respect others' feelings.
i dont like those people, especially girls, who judge people from their bodies.
so what if im fat. my parents say they still do love me.
*smiles widely*

isk, are you happy that ive posted it now?! HAHA.