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Re-Image Me

We live in a society obsessed with looks
Adorning the covers of magazines and books
Computer trickery selling us a lie
Just stop for a minute and ask yourself why?

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Why do they airbrush blemished skin
When real beauty comes from within
Telling us we should look like this or that
If you're a size 10 then you're way too fat

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There's money to be made from vanity
Exploiting peoples demons is the key
Creating an image impossible to reach
Then charging a fortune for what they preach

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Faceless people deciding what's "in" or "out",
Making statements and casting doubt
Over your fashion and how you dress
Causing you anxiety and undue stress

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Skeletal models parading ridiculous clothes
Fashion houses looking down their nose
Making you feel like a fashion pariah
If their clothes you don't desire

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Fashion magazines say I should be pretty and thin
But I don't have the money to go to the gym
I don't have the kind of looks that can kill
And as for my age, well I'm over the hill

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So thanks for making me feel like shit
Crushing my confidence bit by bit
I look in the mirror not liking what I see
But I can't press a button and re-image me

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© A S May 2013

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