Cover Up

With a magic wand
I make my lashes long and full.
Only now will they attract attention
But over eyes that are simply dull.
They are not baby blue
Or jaded green.
They are gray
Like cloudy days
And faded jeans.

What is this on my lips?
Full they may be,
But they chap so easily!
So I smother them in strawberry
To moisten them with a tingling tint.
It rids them of my natural flavor,
But it is better to kiss
Something that tastes as sweet as this!

I am as some would say,
Humbly endowed.
I strap on inches of fabric
To enhance and enlarge
And improve what only I have to see.
It is a better alternative than surgery!
It is my hope that with these new shapely breasts
I can keep up with the rest.

In front of the mirror
My lanky legs are seen clearer,
So I wear these brand-name pants
To flaunt my fragile frame
With loud and faulty claims.
They're over-sized to my dismay
And end low below my comfort zone
While underneath I waste away.

Faulty confidence is better
Than no confidence at all,
But why, when without these worldly things,
should I have to feel so small?