"Real women don't look like that."

[ScurryFunger]

“Real women don’t look like that.”
Over and again, you laughed
that ad-perfect perkiness
doesn’t
exist.
I rolled my eyes and groaned
exasperated, (fourteen year olds always are)
but I remembered
Charlie’s Angels are
bullshit
because nobody fights crime in those heels.
I’d never tell you how proud I was
that you were better than, tougher than
Mr. Clean loving, lipstick pushing, boob-job junkies.
There is a part of my heart
that slips down past my lungs
and under my belly
when I see your shame or
uncertainty
at a joker-perfect smile.
Comical in all the wrong ways, your face
is not familiar anymore
and secretly, I miss the lines you covered up
with collagen.
I remember the way
your forehead crinkled and
mouth turned down
as you crossed out commas students sprinkled on
like chocolate chips.
When I looked at you I saw
baking pies and times-table songs
the typing course I had to take and when
you laughed because my son
could push so hard my belly moved.
Now you look like injections
and I’m afraid because
I don’t want to hear about your crooked nose.
Everybody has a crooked nose or
thunder-thighs and freckled lips.
My small left breast wonders
if your crooked nose will forgive itself,
or if those words only mean something
when you’re talking to somebody else.
My scars want to know
if you’re only proud when you’re pretty
or if they can come play too.

Well, this is so up my street it's living next door, I read it several times to try and decipher the relationships that you were trying to portray and I'm afraid that I got a bit lost and confused. That's probably my fault, not yours.

I've no idea about how to go about fixing anything, I just know it needs a bit of tweaking for more 'common understandability' or something!

It seemed to veer all over the place, with different points of view.

Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.