In This Skin

This is a poem that I found while reading one of my magazines. I know, it is long, but it is really good!!

In This Skin
by: Nancy K. Talbot

I'm the No. 1 model
The headlines say so
Every Girl's dream.
My picture plastered
On countless walls
I'm the latest fashion

I'm the No. 1 model
The headlines say so
At 6,
I won my first beauty
pageant
At 16,
I had a nose job.
At 18,
I had a breast augmentation

I'm the No. 1 model
The headlines say so
I work out two hours a day,
Every day.
I count calories,
Every calorie.
Hunger is my constant
companion
I work long hours
To get every photo just right;
then,
Professional airbrush
My best friend.

I'm the No. 1 model
I don't know how to stop...
The money,
The fame,
The pace,
Like a race.
If I stop,
I might drop,
On my face.
The show.
It's all I know.

I pass by John's pizza Shop
And see people laughing and
eating
And I wonder
What that would be like.
I pass by the park
And notice an old couple
Holding hands;
Slow pace,
No race.
I see how he
Touches her face.

I do not want to be the No. 1
model
I need to be the me that lives inside this skin.
Can God see my soul?
Will he want to go in?
I heard a man say that
God does not look on the
outside,
But he looks in.
He said that God
Does not care what you look
like,
Your hair,
Your nails,
Your weight,
Perfect skin,
Or if you fit in.

I do not want to be the No. 1
model
Oh, please... God, come in.
I want to be the me that is
supposed to be in this skin.