BODY IMAGE Poem: Girl in Porcelain, by Felicity Portoulas

Smooth, marble lips on pale, porcelain skin.
Cold to the touch, her veins run thin.
Sunken eyes wear exhaustion and dread
of the events that passed and what lies ahead.

She sits on a pedestal for the world to see
Either criticized for her flaws or praised for her beauty.
After years of judgement, scars cover her skin
from unnecessary surgeries to make her thin.

Yet she chooses to continue putting herself through the pain
because without people’s approval, what does she gain?
When beauty is what determines your value in life,
You’ll willingly let a doctor cut your porcelain with a knife.

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