I only want to be perfect
But this weight is like a corset on my sanity-
And I can't breathe....
'Silk and satin, and suede and grace-
Of these is a little girl to be made..
And in time we'll break her into the mold,
And 'skinny' is all she'll know....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very disturbing but well written piece. I enjoyed it.