Shaving My Legs Poem by Paula Glynn

Everyday I shave these legs,
Legs so long and slim,
Or, at least, I wish they were,
But my legs are strong and muscley,
And all mine.

I love walking down the street in my heels,
And wearing either a denim mini skirt,
Or black leather trousers that are so damn cool,
For I am a fashionista through and through.

And I just love looking good enough to eat,
And I paint my face at night,
Just to look right,
For those bars, pubs and clubs,
Where I drink wine and dance the night away,
And show off my colourful, manicured nails,
Always up-to-trend in colour,
So cool am I, but I don't always end the night,
With a man: I am worth more than that.

I shave my legs and make the effort,
For myself, I am not some fashion puppet:
I am fully aware of where I'm coming from,
I don't diet, I just eat sensibly,
But I don't insult those who do,
I have more respect than that,
This person not to become greedy and fat,
Shaving bulky legs that deter men,
No: I care too much to eat that much,
And yes: I like being in proportion,
But not always eating salad,
No matter the pressure I face.

It's tough for us girls and women,
But we can have our slice of cake,
And still shave our legs,
Without worrying about looking hideous.