Pick, tweeze, pull, pluck:
   Glance in the mirror for my next tuck.

      Here's a confession: it's a horrible obsession.
         My beauty is no longer in my possession.

I'm manufactured; a walking billboard of cosmetics.
   I'm but skin covered metal and prosthetics.

     Try as I may, reality will never meet my ideal distortions.    
        I no longer know my natural proportions.