'I’ve got a list' she told me:

Maintain tan

Keep teeth white.

Not too heavy

Not too light

Not overly sweet

Not too polite

Face lift

Ass lift

Tuck this

Pull that

Hairless

Hear less

'It’s not true.

You’re not listening to me'

I want to say

But maybe she is right.

It’s no lie, we can’t be perfect,

'But if only I could be close'

Maybe that’s it.

Or maybe Icarus learnt that lesson

already.

'To be perfect...' is a memoir

--by me.

'To be perfect',

is a dream, an untold story,

a life battle

--by me.

So I'll pain away,

and watch you do the same.

And strive to be

the impossible dream.

Because maybe it'll be easier

to war each day,

then to admit my pain.

To put on a show,

(an expensive show)

than to address

insecurity.