What beauty is?

A dress of black Silk

A Head of golden curls

laughter rolling, glasses clinking

cheeks are rosy, eyes are twinkling

the hostess rises

the look of perfection

beauty brains and poise

all into one

on-lookers sigh in admiration

and watch as she walks away
when out of the range of the admirers glances

she ducks into a stall

and takes her chances

Who's going to notice the few pounds?

I wanna reach the final destination

just a few more than ill be there

I want to be perfect

according to their standards

I want to be in control

so I'm gonna reach that goal.

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How perfect can a person be

to make herself sick endlessly

and throw her future away

just to exceed the standards of today