My figure is constantly at your scrutiny,
Well, if I choose it not be, burkha is my destiny....
Gain a few pounds, you looked better when you were chubbier,
There are things to admire, more than my figure which to you might feel lovelier!!!!
You lost all glow, loose just a bit,
Get your stomach inside, but well rounded should look the hip....
I am not a human's muse to be carved by shape of your desires,
Please understand, Im not a clay model I have days of bloating and festive eating does give us all back tires....
Never can the world be satisfied, thousands of surgeries you may undergo,
If you don't have to sacrifice your likings, to them you don't have to bow!!!!
If you make a faught, you'll be ripped by words and opinions,
But even if you don't, apparently your ratings are in the hands of these minions....
36-24-36 is the best, say the fashionista,
Being size zero is not the trend, say the bill boards showing skinny models in barista....
To conform a norm, if you choose today,
That'll just make the scrutiny lens pointier everyday....
To be or not, listen to what the heart has to say,
You are not their muse, don't let them put you down that way!!!

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