Ok so my dear best friend Laura informed me of this girl named April, who cosplays. She has had two children, and thus has stretch marks. Comes with the territory. This website has a tendency to take pics and photoshop them to perfection, or at least what they conceive as perfection. They removed her marks, skimmed off any healthy fat she had, and shrunk her boobs. She looked amazing before they did that. In anger and outcry, I wrote a poem about it, and I dedicate it to her, April, a real woman.
Why must women be put into a box?
Why must we remain perfect?
Tired of lies
Why must we not show ourselves?
Why must we hide?
Tired of them
We are more than girls
We are mothers
We are daughters
Tired of it
We love, we cry, we live
We aren't perfect
Sick of hiding
We have stretch marks
We have thighs
We have everything you need
Sick no more
We keep the human race going
We give you sons and daughters
And become your wives
Please
Don't make us hide
We are proud
We are strong
We are loud
We are passionate
Done
We are women
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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