I wrote this poem after I woke up one morning, looked at myself in the mirror and seriously questioned whether I should get Botox. And then I seriously questioned my own mental state for even considering it. And then I thought, WTF, why am I wasting so much time and energy worrying about how I look. And then I wondered, well if I am occasionally fixated on these fine lines on my forehead, how many other millions of women (and men) are obsessing about body image? And then I speculated that if we weren’t worrying about our bodies all the time, that surplus energy could power the whole planet. So then I asked myself, how do we get out of this self-critical cycle of insanity?
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