Measure Up


I look at her and I'm jealous

Blond, golden locks of hair

Clear, sky blue eyes

Lips as plump as a plum

Arms and legs as skinny as twigs

Her face is perfectly rounded

And she has no blemishes on her skin

Her waist is so tiny

I bet I could wrap my hands around it

And when she walks her butt doesn't jiggle one bit

The clothes on her body fit just right

Not too baggy, not too tight, just perfect

When she walks past

Men whistle and wink at her

She gets so much attention

With her mini skirts, skinny jeans, and low cut shirts

Men never fail to notice her

She's the most popular girl in town, I think

And everyone else thinks so, too

I don't know how many friends she has

I couldn't possibly count them all

She always knows what's "in" and what's "out"

And always makes a good appearance

Man, even without any makeup on she looks gorgeous

It's almost like she doesn't even have to try

She was just born beautiful

You know, I really wish that girl was me

But she's not

And I don't think she ever will be

Why is it so hard for me?

So hard for me to measure up?


  • Author: Devorah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2020 13:09
  • Category: Reflection
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  • dusk arising

    Reminded me of the Janis Ian song 'at 17'. Well she may get all the looks and whistles etc but thats cos plenty of 'Dur-brain' males only see women as pieces of meat. Judging by your output/writing it occurs to me you wouldn't really want to be treated in that way. There's more to a woman than flesh and bones after all.

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