I have willingly morphed my face for you.
I have buried my skin under concealer for you.
I have picked at my hairs for you.
I have scrubbed at my skin until it peeled for you.
I have partaken in your endless lists
of detoxes and diets until no more meat comes out of me.
I have drowned myself in your perfumes.
I have painted my nails like sweet candy for you.
I have given myself skin cancer for you.
I will go under the knife for you.
I change my outfit six times a day for you.
I want to look like you.
I have given my freedom to you
so that you can make a buck.
Please take my money,
stab at my insecurities,
and tell me that I am beautiful.