Perhaps I will become a waxing fiend. A perpetrator of the nerves within my legs In order to reach the imaginary beauty that society has ingrained into my open mind. Yet how can I ever fulfil this growing hole inside Urging, commanding that I shall not be beautiful Without Revlon mascara and tinted eyebrows, That my diet must consist of a celery stick a day And I must have a new wardrobe every week - to keep in with the highest of fashions. Do men really care if I'm wearing Gucci or Prada? Would my restricted diet and devotion to thinspiration blogs impress them? Has society really just given up on the love of personality, the good old fashioned 'inner beauty'?