i wish i looked like Her instead of looking like me for i've always wanted to know what perfection's like to be my waist isn't thin enough my face is just too round i'm obviously not tall enough i'm closer to the ground my skin is just too pale my hair brown, not gold my breasts aren't perfect either at least that's what i'm told my stomach isn't flat enough my legs are not as long i can't play an instrument, do the splits or sing a song i don't have a perfect smile -my teeth aren't pearly white my nails are crooked and chewed -they won't grow just right you'll never see me in a magazine or on a tv show i'll never appear in a pageant my name, you'll never know you may hear image isn't everything i wish that statement was true but the media proves it wrong with everything they do i wish i looked like Her instead of looking like me but i'll never know what perfection's like to be.
This poem was written for a grade 12 English project I had. I think it was on media impact on society? But I don't really remember the exact subject. But that's not important. The poem was written about how I felt. High school wasn't one of those golden times, like some people seem to remember. (I honestly think the only people who feel that way were popular, but that's just a theory.) We are taught appearance doesn't matter and it's what's on the inside that counts, but that is contradicted but what is portrayed. I would like to think it's getting better, Barbie now comes in other shapes and sizes. But sadly, I'm not sure it every will.