See that girl over there? / I want to be just like her. / Fat ass / give a fuck / twerking on my feed like / Miley in her Bangerz era / like a wrecking ball / break the internet / those likes / the comments / an avalanche / of praise / I could only dream. / See
that girl over there? / Sheets tucked / slick-back / pilates girlie / with an aesthetic so fresh / so clean / you could eat off her. / I tell myself maybe / I too / could hit / the reformer and re-form / squeeze / curl / crunch / myself / into a / tight toned ball / a body so good / I’ll afford / to be / nothing more.
But I don’t take up pilates. / Because some blonde bitch from Byron / who / to clarify / is only a bitch / because I wanna be her / or be with her / I can’t tell / but she tells me / and her 20k followers / that she got the six-pack she was born with / from surfing. / So I spend 200 bucks on a wettie / and try to erase my mind / of AnnaSophia Robb with one arm / because I wanna be just like this girl / or “that girl” / who instead of sea shells she sells / skinny tea / string bikinis / and herself / #ad.
And I eat it up. / Along with all the others / in their comments / who are starving / to know / where’s the dress from babe? / which shade do you recommend? / all scrolling / searching / scamming / ourselves into delusion / into thinking / that as the sum of many muses / I will somehow / become / an individual. / Instead of just / another hungry girl / destined / to consume / until my head / heart / and phone / storage is full.