Barbie Doll -- Marge Piercy This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy. Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said: You have a great big nose and fat legs. She was healthy, tested intelligent, possessed strong arms and back, abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity. She went to and fro apologizing. Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs. She was advised to play coy, exhorted to come on hearty, exercise, diet, smile and wheedle. Her good nature wore out like a fan belt. So she cut off her nose and her legs and offered them up. In the casket displayed on satin she lay with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on, a turned-up putty nose, dressed in a pink and white nightie. Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said. Consummation at last. To every woman a happy ending. https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barbie-doll/
To Every Woman who craves that happy ending, good news: you can shoot yourself up now with a magic elixir that will burn you down in no time to a lovely size 0 -- suffocate your desire to eat more than a polite bite -- raise your 6-pack from the un- imaginable depths of post-baby weight -- melt you to a diamond shadow of your formerly "fat" self -- so that when you attend your 20-year high school reunion you will shine like an anorexic star (black hole) in the ranks of former friends, burn sharp as a bone knife with your arms around fleshy daughters, grin with the manic gleam of adrenaline and money, bikini clad on expensive beaches, immortalized and nearly divine -- blaze forever thin in the electronic mausoleums of Facebook.
Suggested soundtrack: Ravel’s “Bolero”