Visions of Mia

You sit on a wall,
the only symbol of my vanity,
looking back at me with
disdain.
That most unforgiving Gods.
always mocking my weakness
and presenting my flaw.

I've shed unneeded girth
and purging edible ugliness,
that I have put inside.
Pulled by a tide almost stronger
than faith.
Yet you are still Disgusted.

Hair,
never strong enough.
Ribs,
Not quite sharp enough.
Although my abdomen is forever
contracting.
Fighting to the perfect matel hour glass.

Like my little sisters barbie God.
Translated to human form,
7 feet tall,
39 inch bust,
DD cup
18 inch waist,
33 inch hips.
On 5 foot long legs as stits
balanced on size 4 feet.

I fall short,
while collecting repetion of the reminder,
"Perfection is as sculpture,
it only exists when
there is nothing left to take away"

I will carve until,
"The angel appears"

So again
I come with my measure and scale
craving for an
"I Love You."