Obsessive

She hates the way she looks some days,
She hates the way her features lay.

The way her face is round and chubby
The way her nose is kind of snubby.

The way her tummy curves is gross
and how her knees knock, what is worse

is how her feet have bones protruding
so as to make her high heels hurt.

She wishes she had bigger breasts,
she fancies skin that's freckleless.

She'd love to make her green eyes brown
and have a tan the whole year round.

She doesn't care about the cost
of having this and that because

she always wants to look her best
though some would say that she's obsessed……………..

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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