Acceptable

I will paint my face

To hide my imperfections,

Then fast all day

To erase others.

I will run for miles

For physical correction,

Because size zero

Is all that's pretty anymore.

If I slip,

I'll run a little harder.

If I fall,

I'll starve a little longer.

If I stay down,

I'll paint a little better,

Because imperfect

Just isn't acceptable.

No One

You tell me no one's perfect,
But I challenge that.
I will be perfectly skinny;
Perfectly pretty;
Perfectly empty.
I will be perfect,
Or die trying.
So if no one can be perfect,
I am content with
Being no one.