Plastic Melt Down

She looked into the mirror with tears running down her face.
She knew nothing of who she was or who she would become.
She had spent every moment trying to change for the future.
Staring back with blank expressionless eyes was a shell she did not know.
At what price did beauty come?
She paid in blood , friendships, and love.
Then she paid in pain.
Spent so many days in surgery and all of it in vain.

Her nose matched not her father, her eyes matched not her mum.
She no longer had the same physique as her identical twin, nor the same smile as her son.
Her chest was held up tightly and seemed to be an out of control airbag.
Her smile was so unsightly, accept to eat, she couldn't move her mouth.
She believed for so long she was imperfect, so she added here and there.
Maybe if she'd known she'd have a disfigured face, she wouldn't have been so quick to care.

No doctor can fix her now.
A monster she has become.
Disproportionate chest, crooked nosed, bloated lips, and back pain are what she has to bare.
Look inside and see the beauty, and no one else should care.

The moral of this tale,
stop fussing with yourself.
Your body is your temple, your happiness and your wealth.

-Tricia Markin