It comes in all shapes and forms.

In flowered plants.

In the rain and storms.

Its twists and changes.

New trends and old looks.

And it expands and diminishes its ranges.

When I was natural, the look was plastic.

So I stuck needles and plastics in me.

I didn’t stop until the change was beyond drastic.

The trend turned into sharp noses.

So I cut my button nose until I couldn’t anymore.

The tip sharper than the thorns of roses.

Then the fashion was plumb lips.

So I filled my paper lips like inflatable balloons.

They were so big it’s even hurt when I took sips.

The dream body was being slim and thin.

So I cut down on eating and fats until I was bones.

I didn’t stop until my body was as alluring as sin.

The men’s type in women was big ass and boobs.

So I added so much I almost snapped my spine.

I didn’t stop even when I couldn’t handle the tubes.

The prettiest girls had blonde hair and blue eyes.

So I dyed my hair until it broke it and lasered my eyes.

I turned so blind I couldn’t even read traffic signs.

Whenever I followed the trend, there’s something new.

I’d take away and add to my body as much as I’d like.

And each time I change, my desperation only grew.

Yet beauty is something that’ll always be out of reach.

No matter how much you switch, change, or buy.

And that’s a lesson that’s hard to learn as well as teach.