Her Hair Is Blond Poem by Ida Miriam Eckmann

Her hair is blond
Her eyes are blue
The makeup she uses
Is always the perfect hue

Her legs are long
Her stomach is flat
Her arms are firm
Her thighs have a gap

Her breasts are big
Her butt is too
She's every boys dream
They stand in a cue

My hair is brown
And so are my eyes
My chubby stomach
Is hard to disguise

My legs may be long
But my thighs have no gap
In my cue
There's not a single chap

I watch tv
And the internet isn't better
All you will see
Are skinny girls in tight sweaters

Why is she pretty
Why am I not
Is skinny always better
Can't I be hot?

Society today has decided
Your stomach should be flat
Your waist should be small
Your skin should be mat

No pimples on your face
No hair on your legs
Skin that is tan
Teeth white as eggs

People tell you you're beautiful
Beautiful in your own way
But they still tell you
To run all day

I don't want to live
In a world so obsessive
Obsessive about weight
Some are even aggressive

We'll raise our kids
To think they look bad
Unless their skin is perfect
And this makes me mad

What happened to personality
What happened to skill
Can you only be beautiful
If you eat only a pill?

We're obsessed with fitness
Obsessed with clothes
We compare ourselves to pictures
That a professional chose

Our ideal body
Can only be obtained
Through starvation and exercise
Letting your fat be drained

My hair is brown
And so are my eyes
My chubby stomach
Is hard to disguise

But why am I not beautiful
Why am I not pretty
Because I'm not thin
Because I'm itty bitty

When people take their own life
Rip themselves apart
Because of a picture
That hurts my heart

Don't compare yourself to a model
Don't become a stick
Seeing people like that
Simply makes me sick

Your hair can be blond
Your hair can be brown
Your eyes can be blue
Just please don't frown

Short or tall
Skinny or fat
We all have a right
To get the love that we lack