by Sarah Michelle
October 7, 2014
Downturned eyes and fidgeting hands,
pulling at the edge of your shirt to look busy.
Everytime I see bodies who don't fit the media's definition of thin
I worry that I'm seeing people who don't believe they are beautiful.
Who don't believe they are talented, strong, wonderful.
The lies we post on walls across America are starting to tell lies of their own.
Big eyes and a big heart hear mixed messages from a size 0 rack.
Little girls who do't believe they are beautiful.
Who don't believe that they should grow up to be big and strong.
Clocks tick like seconds are ants scurrying for crumbs
and we're not doing anything about it.
Crumbs are all anyone eats anymore.
Teenage girls who don't believe they are beautiful.
Who don't feel pretty in a prom dress or a profile picture.
Shifty comments and watery eyes,
They have to believe they are beautiful.
Paper dolls with paper thin waists plaster their pictures across the news
The runway can be so much worse than a plane crash
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