Using the towel as a safety blanket
To the horrors of my own reflection
What exactly have I become?
I make an understood dismissal of the scales
As they make a tribal wale
To get me to come stomp, “come, come”
But I can tell, even in my fucking fingernails
That I’m a ton more woman
Than I was when you met me
I preferred being untouchable
So fixed I was like a set piece
Being pretty isn’t everything
But feeling ugly is
No matter how good the day has been
I’ll twist and twist and twist
Until it’s as hideous
As I feel beneath the skin
So pass me the scissors, darling
And let me trim
Let me puddle the extra fat
Dribble out until I’m a fleshy mat
Boney daggers that pierce when I’m sat
And I don’t want to be on feet
Because recently I stand for nothing
Just plod as on I pack
Dreaming of the day I fit
Being pretty isn’t everything
But feeling ugly is.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 