Model
I may stand naked before you
Exposed, all my imperfections to see
Line and form important
Not shape and tone
To be judged
Against what values may I question?
Those of magazines,
Taught, tanned,
Not a hair out of place
Or of the everyday
Imperfect
But more complete
Greater depth within wrinkled eye
Than in a face stretched to perfection
Tied tight by the surgeons needle and knife
I may stand naked before you
With all my saggy bits on show
But at least I'm real
Right down to my wrinkled thighs
Hopefully I might get a chance to read later and this poem is reflective of the difference of the ideal body image that is expected against the reality of the real beauty inherent in a body that has led a full life.
