Imperfection

Walking past my mirror
I stop and look at my face and figure
Only noticing my defaults
This needs to be smaller and this a little bigger
My womanly essence
Has lost its presence
According to Hollywood and posters on the train

If only I can take her hair
Her eyes and that girls kissable lips
Keep her D cup bra size
And finish it up with swaying hips
Then I would be perfect wouldn't I?

Not just yet, I would have to shape my eyebrows
And polish my finger and toe nails pink
I would need to wear loads of eyeliner and eye shadow
Oh and mascara to extend my eyelashes when I blink!
I would need to wear high heels to give me a pump
I would need to wear foundation to cover all my pimples and bumps
Then I would be perfect wouldn't I?

Not just yet, I would have to walk with a tilt
So that my behind shakes from side to side
I would need to wear tight clothes to emphasize my shape
And have my hair styled and dyed
Then I would be perfect, in the eyes of others
Or maybe not, it wouldn't be perfection if we all looked the same
I would rather be real and original
Instead of following those who are engulfed in fame

Most movie stars, models and woman
Have had tons of surgeries to look the way they appear
Implants, reductions, push ups and liposuction
Imperfection is what they fear

Ok, forget woman in the works
How about the girls in the street?
We all have the same things
But we just cover everything from our head to my feet
She may have a nice smile
All she wants to do is lure a man in
With her soft voice and naked body
Causing him to sin

I can't help it that I don't look like them
But I'm real, realer that real can be
If you don't find me attractive
Then boy, you just cant see!