Well into the winter months,
women wax their bodies smooth.
The hairs are pulled haphazardly,
when holding the skin it still hurts.
Carefully coiffing their character,
they cut their colourful nails.
A pampered appearance
painfully plucked.
Tight, taut,
tapered
waist.
Waves of
hunger hanker.
They hate their hips,
their baby bearing bodies.
Oblivious to their real beauty.
They stifle their subtle sexiness
with an ostensible self perception.
They treat their body with contempt,
as time passes and taunts their toils.
For perfection of form they strive.