Sharon Sprat strides down the beach eating a carrot,
her fake tan enhancing an image of glowing health.
She’s skips cream and alcohol at dinner parties,
then binges on chocolate and cocktails back home.
Carrot woman pays for hard muscles at the gym
and chews her way through heaps of muesli to shit grain.
She’s full of self, while indulging in deprivation,
and sex is a workout to keep her body trim.
This one-and-eight-tenths metre, forty kilo model,
is little more than a glorified clothes hanger
glamourising malnutrition as a fashion.
Excuse me, Sharon–do you think you’re immortal?
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such shallow lives the media presents as filled with wellness and wealth.
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Unfortunately, it’s what keeps newspapers and glossy magazines selling, this ideal of physical and material perfection, rather than any consideration of spiritual development.
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well done 🙂
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I could say more on this … okay I will lol. I think it’s a form of classism/elitism for these types who judge anyone who is not stick thin/wealthy, etc with such obviously tiny measures of what really matters in life. Loving that last line, perhaps it may awaken one of them somewhere, lol.
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You’re absolutely right. Love has to rule okay, if this world is to survive humanity. I can’t stand hedonism and greed. It pollutes everything.
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No kidding. I feel a revolt coming on … lol… a gentle but right and perfect one… pollutes everything is so apt 🙂
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Go, Sarah! Then there are the laxatives, the fingers down the throat after the chocolate binge… and the whole sick lot!
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Yes, I could have enlarged this poem by several pages, as there is a great deal to say on the psychology of a person like Sharon.
I think of the body as a “temple of the spirit”, so find any kind of abuse, whether self-inflicted or otherwise, a great tragedy and one that takes great bravery and perseverance to recover from.
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