ENOUGH

snow white skin is dyed tan,

glistening black is bleached,

brows painted thick and thin,

another hour starving

to fit those too small jeans

instead of sizing up.

.

yet another selfie

trying to lift your mood,

just a hundred more likes

surely should be enough

to feel that last time rush,

when they called you pretty

.

sensitivity dulled

as you paste chemicals

of colour on silk hair

and pollute mother earth,

no awareness of cost

to true experience.

.

packing gel pads in bras

and pants to look fuller,

all body hair removed,

eyelashes are glued on,

looking like someone else

to become attractive

.

products line your shelving

promising everything

from clear skin to slimming,

pempto-pimpto-peptides

to help you like yourself

when you remove the mask

.

can self esteem be sold

by the same industry

who tells “you’re not enough”?

showing unreal photos

of women you admire

causing you such dismay

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If you enjoyed this… Maybe you will like the challenge entry I published. As soon as I wrote that word I realised it had to become a microfiction story for the made up word challenge!