My body's not perfect, but that is ok, I feel I've got something important to say... You can tell Mattel to go to hell, My body is fine, and I think I look swell I feel bad for Barbie, her back must be sore, With over-sized breasts she falls to the floor Does she stop to think, at least contemplate, Why she's a woman but can not menstruate? If Ken wanted children, he'd have a surprise, Barbie cant' give birth with those hips and thighs She needs to gain weight, I think it's a shame, Her 18-inch waist's much to small for her frame With pretty blond hair and blue eyes that gleam, Is Barbie the product of Hitler's wet dream? Her complexion is perfect, but mine would be too, If I were made of nothing but plastic and glue I'm a real woman, and gorgeous at that, If I don't look like Barbie, don't dare call me fat I can't look like Barbie, her body's not real, But how many women try to fit the ideal? From diet to diet that just go too far, Give it up ladies, you're fine how you are!
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem after I developed a photo essay which examined how women's body images are influenced by Barbie
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