Version 3: Do You Think Maybe You Need to Exercise

[billy]

Hi Claire. rarely do poems about self, imaginary or otherwise, work well. it is a bit show and tell though you do have some imagery. nonetheless it really works well. the attitude comes through as does the emotional hurt of the eight words. a suggestion would be to edit out some of the smaller words that add little or nothing,

I believe that I'm ok.
Like chocolate chips in bread batter, would this be a better opening line?
I'm homely with that little extra something.

Average height, weight, foot size.
My glasses mist over at the mere mention of the word diet,
I am a satisfactory version of me.

But, someone always needs to introduce those eight little words. nice tie in to the title.
Eight words drifting in a polluted sea of misconception,
Unwanted but present, bobbing along
In between the lies, small are these the lies we tell ourselves?
But still deception nonetheless.

Surely they should be wrapped in cotton wool,
Coated in Candy Floss to add to their sweetness,
Masking the bitter pill, the caustic voice,
The basic dismissal
Of your natural image, your choice of how you see yourself.

I know that I will never be perfect
With desires so much more than a selfie stick & millionaire status,
I will always be emotionally charged,
The Duracell bunny stuck in hyper-mode, but I have hope
In each photographic image, I can cope with the inflections.

I know that each roll of softly kneaded skin,
Each crazy paved line,
Is a memory, good & bad.

I do not believe in Photoshop!
So pass me the chocolate fudge cake
With a double scoop of salted caramel ice cream & make me smile