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Ideals are always hard to live up to

Our mainstream ideal of womanhood is a false construct

Dreamt up by gay fashion designers in Paris, London and Rome

Who like the skinny hips of adolescent boys better than voluptuous curves

So they starve the girls into scraped and angled versions of an unreachable vision

And photoshop the images into Barbie doll perfection

Leaving countless women in despair

Because they have hips that are real

Shapes that are round and soft

Curves that flow

Breasts that function and nurture and don’t just titillate

So let’s celebrate the curves of real women

Who aren’t molded in plastic

And whose reality needs no airbrushing

Because real women are eternal

And ideal


David Trudel  © 2013



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Now this world comes into view


Fast rising

And I realize I was falling


Holy fucking shit

Where did this come from

I thought I was dreaming
Now I’m screwed

No hands reach out for mine

I have no parachute

So I’ll tuck and roll at the last moment

Hope for the best

Flying to rest in gravity’s embrace


David Trudel  ©  2012



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