Looking in the mirror

Not pleased with what I see

A face too round

Hips too wide

Hair where it shouldn't be

Moving throughout

My Flaws

I'm too thin; I'm too fat,

I could never wear that!

With my dark circled eyes

And my thick, flabby thighs

It is

"Doll"

A doll-
a mold of false identity,
this stereotypical entity
we all take for granted.

This doll-
replete with secrets, childish

Imperfection

My thighs are fat
Shaped like a pear
Yet the best of me
Does not lie there

My tummy a bit chubby
Not flat

Happy to be 'big'.

Ribs visible and a sixteen inch waist,
Her shapely body must have been misplaced.
This five stone delight