first the eyes, then the cheeks goes too; ****! Too much gloss, do it again! this pants seems to be a little tight; Look at that fleshy lard filled stomach! look down, you begin to see the said horror; They steal you bit by bit, the voice --- Static, from Magazines and Expectations. you are getting confused, your thoughts and theirs No! that is too much for lunch-- breakfast, snack, dinner, everything! the words becomes ruthless and unrelenting **** in that FAT stomach! Don't Rest! More! More Sit-ups! More Time! your mind, your own, no more; a personal torture chamber. all the time -- Listen to Me. Listen to The Static.
The society is a very ruthless place, a place that has cause much pain and torture to many young women and despite what we know of; many young men are of the same fate. We often struggle to fit in; to fit into the custom made shapes and sizes, of unrealistic perfection - the acceptable crowd where the popular and the cool stands. This is not happily ever after, not a perfect ending to the story; this is reducing us to a mere shell of what we once were, to what resembles that of mannequins or zombies, we become The Living Dead.