Dear Girls Who Think Life is Measured in Size Two Crop-Tops

I’ve known you for far too long,

through the halls of high school,

as you did a once- over on girls like me,

who’d never make it on your cheer squad.

I’ve overheard your conversations,

told far too loudly and I bet,

your diaphragm was being squeezed,

far beyond the limits of antique corsets.

Modern day madams of the ball,

Birkenstock bitches with belly rings,

we all know the real reasons,

why you’re never around for lunch.

I’d say snap out of it but, its too much to, stomach for girls who don’t eat breakfast.

Buy Starbucks coffee before school,

skinny iced coffees, grande size,

take a sip and decide to pitch it away.

’Cause who really drinks Starbucks,

with all of those hideous hidden calories!

You take bikini selfies and post them,

hash-tagging the concepts of self- love,

while you photoshop the next one and,

secretly cry because you don’t think,

that you look as good as your friend.

You diet for prom, as if you weren’t,

already starving yourself into a size -1,

and your life won’t go on if you aren’t,

declared prom queen or if the corsage,

is a little too small for your wrist.

Girls who think life is measured,

in size two crop tops, life,

it has no size charts or borders, but,

if it did, they wouldn’t be perfect lines.

Life is beautiful with every change.

Daily, it grows, it’s flame flickers like,

a candle, but it melts away quickly.

Eat the damn lunch with your friends;

nourish your body, it will feel alive again.

Post that make-up free selfie;

you are beautiful the way you are.

Extend your loving hand to others like,

one you wished had pulled you out,

of that dreadful pit of self- compromising.

Life is not measured in size two crop tops!