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The t-shirt An item that's so simple, I will write a poem about, A t-shirt is a good one, So let's not hang about, It's plain white material, Yet so cotton soft, It keeps me nice and warm, So I...
#youngwritersemotion Desire... Temptation fills me up, Bitter sweet yumminess...
#household Model of the media, A sculpture of the press, With an airbrushed plastic smile, And a sweet tooth for success.
Well she had a face like a slapped arse. She never smiles even when asked. Cautious of the cracks under her painted on mask. She's never happy cos her youth won't last. Oh she's a disaster.
Why would I want to change I have frizzy strawberry blonde hair, That I wish I could change to beautiful and fair. I have plain blue eyes, But I want green that will give you a surprise.
Heart so cold You think I'm pretty without any make- up on. Your the first to complement Even when it all goes wrong. You tell me I'm pretty and thin. You say I have beautiful white skin.
#household. Looking at the mirror. Did fill me with horror. Till I drew a happy face. And now I will present my case. My mirror was old. A little bit cold. It kept pointing things.
You think your eyes Are too big and sleepy I think they look Sympathetic and caring You think your nose Is too big and creepy I think it shows your Loud, fun character You think your mouth Is...
Already killing. Bulmia attacking. Carrying emptiness. Dying without a big mess. Eliminating nothing. Future withering. Gargantuan we think. Help, to stop, eat, and drink. Insistently devouring me.
Body distortion,. Eat small portions. Take pills. Skinniness wills. Your finger the trigger. Bulimia fooling you bigger. Every breath. Lying to yourself. Can't see your toes.
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is the prettiest of them all, With wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Someone who doesn't eat too many pies.
I examined myself in the mirror. I looked at my Strawberry Blonde curls that fell halfway down my back. It had natural blonde highlights in it. My hair was frizzy, as always.
People proud, Because you see their ribs, People happy, Because their spine is visible, People enjoy, A life about only vanity, But too me it seems boring, I would find myself snoring, Endless...
"Be more like Lila. She's taller, slimmer, more confidence than you'll ever have." Hugo Oskar tells me. Most agents support you, mine likes to bring me down. "But- "Shut-up Céline.
Insecurities taint, Made of medias paint, Creating a picture, Made to catch and lure, It's very secure.
-NATE- "What's wrong. Surely that's all good news?" I asked Tiffany as soon as she'd got in the car and slammed the door, to my annoyance. "It doesn't matter.
Beauty is skinny, beauty is fair, its endlessly youthful no flaws ever seen there. Perfect proportions of eyes, nose & mouths, spot any wrinkles let docs iron them out.
Mirror,mirror, on the wall, Who is the prettiest of all. Is it I. The girl with ever changing eyes, The too wide smile, Rough,pale,skin girl.
#youngwritershousehold Is this beauty. A overdose of a fake tan. Is this beauty. An unnatural face, just to get a man. Is this beauty. Your life revolving around your mirror. Is this beauty.
#youngwritershousehold Mirror mirror I look to you and see my fears. Once pretty face You've vanished without a trace. Once bright eyes You've turned to lies Mirror mirror Can't you be clearer.
So I've heard some peculiar news In gym while putting on shoes Or in the line for lunch At a dinner and a brunch About which feature of mine is envied the most My nose.
Growing up you develop hang ups and as a teenager I was no stranger to hang ups. I had hang ups about my height, my fang teeth and my victorian tum.
Can you see past my crazy hair. Can you see everything that's there. Can you see past my acne prone skin. Can you see deep within. Can you see past my not perfect shape.
About a girl who is now 14 and has just had plastic surgery to fix her ears...