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Alexandria Hope Aug 2014
Covergirl
Pick me up and use me
Tape me above your headboard
With ice cream smudges and tequila stains
Covergirl
Hide me in the mattress
Say you only have this
Articles and ads
C’mon what else is it there for?
Covergirl!
You say you’ll always want me!
I’m last month’s issue already
As nothing but a side story
Your Covergirl’s pin up shorts and do’s
are so 2002!
Having me is a teen’s first regret!
The one and only,
Idolized phony
Genuine Covergirl?
body image self-esteem magazines confidence courage
Deep Thought Apr 2018
Beauty isn't everything folks.

Stop letting Estee Lauder, CoverGirl and Sephora define you.

Companies such as these try telling us what beauty is, but it's merely just another exterior pleasure.

Although, we're told differently, and we foolishly believe it wholeheartedly.


Okay, let's take it back for a moment, rewind.

When Adam & Eve were created,
not only were they shamed, they were naked.

"Who told you, you were naked,?" said the Creator.


Now, I ask you same question.

Who told you that you weren't beautiful?

Not to be caked up, overly concerning yourself with vanity.

Oh, look at me, aren't I pretty!


Everyday I see women trying to be everything they're not.

Hate to burst your bubble, but
feminism isn't the solution to the problem.

Face it ladies, you will never receive the attention you deserve, unless you give it yourself first.

I speak from experience.


This feministic agenda tells us we can be "the man."

This isn't true, there is nothing you need to compensate for.

We can be strong and feminine just like our mothers


I believe our Creator came in the flesh, to tell us our beauty is full. BEautiFULL.

Marvelous are HIS works, And that my soul knows very well
- Psalm 139:14
Get Cardi B out your ears, face your real fears.
Kate Willis Apr 2016
Why are we so
Obsessed,
with the liquid paint
that we slather on our
faces-
morning after morning?

We stroll the isles of
Fifty shades of Nudes
to find the shade
that makes us look like
Painted glass
Porcelain dolls,
and Fake.

Why?
Why are we so obsessed with
Maybelline and
Covergirl and
Elf?
The brands that contour
our faces
and create an illusion
a canvas
Over-painted by
Overpriced
Chemicals.

Beauty costs
Money.
Youth.
Clear skin.
But it brings this sense of
false hope that
maybe-
we can accept ourselves
after we put on this paint
and call it beauty.

We see Photoshop,
the blurred lines,
the perfect wing,
and the rosy shade of blush
that seems perfectly
Fake.
Too perfect to be real
Too perfect to be real.

And yet we strive,
for this unattainable beauty.
The **** we see on
Facebook
YouTube
Instagram
drives us crazy
because no matter how hard we try
no matter how much we waste
we can’t seem to get that
contour right
and that wing sharp
and that mascara clump-less
and that lipstick perfect.

And even though
we cannot seem to get it right,
we buy
we strive
to be the perfect shade of perfection.
Because we’re obsessed.
I edited this again; added and deleted some things.
Em Mar 2016
I live in a society that mocks mental illness,
and with a mother that sugarcoats depression.
You're just tired,
she says as I try to overdose on Vitamin D
and my younger brother's pain pills
to be the good enough child
that she always thought she had.
But that's all I'm putting in my mouth,
I swear.
I keep the door to the pantry shut,
and I've learned to do the same with my lips,
even though that thing beneath my rib cage
that the cat scratched up too much
is fighting for a chance
to let my true feelings out.
Her parental guidance is a catalyst
to everything I told the therapist
who sits behind a desk
behind my eyes.
You're too young to love.
You're too fat to be anorexic.
You're too happy to be depressed.
No.
I am a girl,
in love with a man
that ***** every ounce of daydreams
from my body without touching a fingertip.
He leaves venom in my skin
that I mistake for affection,
and he leaves me wanting more;
wanting him to swallow me
like the New York City street rat
that no one even wants to look at,
because maybe then
I'd be able to bring him some satisfaction.
But I do not add nutrition,
I am not needed in his life.
I ask what time dinner is
because I haven't eaten breakfast,
or lunch.
I ask if I can have some more,
but I tell myself no
before the question lifts off my tongue
because I know my mother well.
I know that size 6 is average,
but who cares about a number like that
when I'm a healthy 20 pounds overweight?
I preach body positivity like a religion
tattooed into my bloodstream,
but even I don't understand the blasphemy.
And isn't it ironic
how the girl in love with the snake
is a hypocrite herself?
A hypocrite who puts on a mask
of Covergirl 110,
and blush in Feeling Pretty,
and black liner,
as if she were enhancing the trainwreck she created.
But sadness can't be cured
by the snap of my fingers,
by the pink gloss on my lips,
by the red dress in size 2,
by the galactic twinkle in his eyes,
or the parallel universes created by his smile.
So I'm sorry mom,
that it's not enough,
that I'm not enough
for you.
I can't say that things are better on the other side because I'm not there yet, but I can guess that the fight is worth it because I've met some really worthwhile people.
CR Jul 2013
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of butterfly that lives
on the blood of departed
human bodies.

from afar it is mistakable
for a monarch--
the covergirl fireflower
of the insect world
who drinks from petunias.
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to the Google search algorithm, this anachronistic Travelocity gent
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n thrive within binary bitmap digital boot not embittered nor iz he a quitter
as unseen electronic/ microscopic realm, whar can tweet and twitter.

Since a countless number of applications constitute the hum maze zing
information superhighway (thank you Al Gore), this computer addict plucked on a wing
n broken kin prayer juiced a random sample per significant thing
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tone signaling data communications packets fueling hand held devices did ping.

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which smattering of Apps countless twenty first century human projector
where computer applications anachronistically don the following epistle like nectar
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et cetera populate virtual reality) resonated within Chrome moe so mull Bing vans.

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sing eternal Allianz with the fountain of youth) witnessed The Birth of Cosmos - hiss
story give or take a million years, and can remember when Geico caveman dis
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or purdy than from any other website fancies friend ship with this nebbish, goo goo
doll doting generic goofball perchance seeking somebody aesthetically attractive ta moo

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with a sudden jolt to beat a path to the door fast as greased lightening shard o rock.

Hmm…the sudden ruse to quick forge an invisible IdentityGuard  axe like a KickStarter, a throwback to those glorious atavistic arboreal days when fate did ensure tartar
sauce appeasing Plentyoffish edenic, idyllic, and lipstick Joyus ness n warder.

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and attend to an unexpected interloper. All ike kin manage to mutter Kim
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a lay ahs aka, the sensation of falling into an abysmally cold welled bank

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on this Blizzard besotted day. While thoughts whir like Buzzfeed. Donald redact ******* blitz, he anoints himself styled ace of spades. Figurative cards stacked
when Sarah Palin, pledged gubernatorial endorsement Survey Monkey tracked
opposition, outliers immediately banished when the angel of Merck whacked

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while athwart his abode, which Orbitz a Chrome colored sun light

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Danielle Rose Feb 2014
Confidence held in a grin of crimson lips
Eclipsed by the duped intentions of shady corporate slips
Maybe she was born with it
Or maybe she reads too much Covergirl
It is not easy to be a young woman in this world
Eli Smith Jun 2014
Plastered everywhere you look.
Covergirl, Cosmo, Seventeen,
Every commercial you will ever see.
Photo shopped models enticing you to starve yourself.
Anorexia and Bulimia are well known cures for being “too fat”
So that you may one day look as beautiful as a person who only exists through computer enhanced images
As real as the antagonists in your favorite novel
Confused with the protagonist.
Though they bring no empowering messages to the table.
Take your self-worth
Divide by every extra pound you have that is above your BMI,
Add your cup size
But subtract your IQ
And then multiply it by how much you can bench
Put it to the power of how many boyfriends or girlfriends you’ve had
But to the negative if your dress size is above a six.
Because if your bigger than a six, no one could ever love you.
Once you have found your total
Only then will you know your “true value.”
Surprised.
Me either.
From the day we are born
We are force fed the mutated idea of a perfect person
Because only beauty queens get on TV.
And singers have to be pretty, right?
Dreams are dictated by looks.
Supermodels, Bodybuilders,
Lusting the lives of those who are artificially flawless
Comparing ourselves to everyone we see.
Think about it.
9 out of every 10 teenage girls are unhappy with their body.
We spend countless hours finding exactly what we are not.
We are not thin enough.
Not tall enough
No pretty enough.
We forget to remember what we are.
Strong, Capable men and women
Who are ready to make a difference!
So my friends
Put down the magazines
Turn off the television shows
And take a stand.
Shed the newest clothes
Be a trend setter.
And maybe, just maybe we can stop the next generation
From feeling worthless.
Be proud of who you are
Thin, Thick, short, tall, big breasted, flat chested,
Whatever race you are
Look in the mirror every morning before you go out
Find every flaw you can see on your beautiful face
And tell yourself.
I am the most perfect person around because
I am real.
And beauty comes from within
And in all actuality
We are all imperfectly perfect.
Sarah Davis Feb 2015
Sudden burst of light

Sudden burst of noise

Nicotine scent envelopes my nostrils

Not amazing news

But most urgent.

We knew she was bad....

But this?

Traveled i guess.

Clambered in

to every vital part

every CRUCIAL thing

that needed to

function,

consumed by poison

known as CANCER.

The familiar odor

Covergirl liquid

foundation now sits vacantly

I have no need for it today.

The only thing,

only one

I yearn for: Her....

Any and all

attempts to

stabilize my emotions

fails, and my

whole body seems

to go on strike.

No more. No more.

The bluff of

brackish  rivers

streams down

my adolescent face.
R.I.P. Aunt Susie. we miss u.
Harmony Sapphire May 2016
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Entranced and hypnotized.
Mesmerized & advertised.
Under your spell.
A face you can sell.
But don't want to share.
A covergirl, a diva that's divine & out of her mind. Someone you can never find.
Blazin.
Crazen.
Unphasen.
Desired & admired.
Always tired.
Never fired.
Easily hired.
That's who I'll be.
Bringing society to its knees.
Don't need to say thanks or please.
A career I can steer.
I can see there's no need for beer.
Don't have to be queer.
Cosmo, Vogue, Lifestyles, People & Esquire.
I can't build my own empire.
The sky's the limit.
Strange and bewildered.
Ignored and neglected.
Friendless.
Populated with enemies.
I've lost the battle but I will win the war.
My dreams will soar.
Stars of Destiny.
Fantasy the mystery.
A faith of darkness.
A colorful sunset.
Rainbows and rain clouds.
Doubtful whether.
Predictive mazes.
Webs of deceit.
Strangers you'll meet.
A broken hearts defeat.
Joyful salvation.
Towering castles abroad.
A pond of nightmares.
A waterfall of cares.
A net of insults.
A flock of enemies.
An army of glory.
An endless story.
A poem of hatred.
A secret kiss.
A whirlwind of confusion.
A rainbow fusion.
A pretty dessert.
A mirrored jeopardy.
A double destiny.
A blind future.
A deaf past.
A mute desire.
A broken will.
An evaporated heart.
A broken mind.
An evolved solution.
A shattered pollution.
Zoe Sue Dec 2017
Solitary confinement
Hard to find a need
In ease of social security
Though funds run out
Seldom sought future of own
Unknown
Selfish disclosure
Going without
Relished reality me
Found distractions in each we
Covergirl coverup
For a face hardest to face

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