Skinny is in,
she tells her friend
while looking at the mirror
to see if she is well proportioned
She keeps her body rolling
on the sound of Zumba
sweating like monsoon
in the greed of reaching the ideal goal
She worries day and night
about her looks
wanting to be a utopian
she loses herself in imagination
She is born with a body
then become attached to it like an eternal glue
what seems to be her’s doesn’t belong to her anymore
she sold herself for the price of ---?
Then one day, she comes home
with a pale little smile
rests on her bed, holding a vogue magazine
and sleeps for good.