Is this what it feels like to be pretty?
to have hair long enough to play with,
to feel the heaviness of fake eyelashes,
to reapply lipstick every time I drink,
to get blisters because of heels,
and spots because of foundation,
to see my ribs poking through
my over tanned skin,
unable to grasp anything because of fake nails,
to pluck, shave, and tweezer
everything every morning,
or wax, rip, and pull,
till the bruises show?
because if so,
the whole world is very shallow,
and very hollow,
and nothing is really pretty at all.