postmodern princesses parading pixilated perfection

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The title of this post is reconstituted words from Floreta’s poem described below.

A couple weeks back One Single Impression, a poetry site that solicits poetry on a given prompt each week, threw out the prompt skin to our muses. There were many excellent posts on the topic. One in particular grabbed my attention and hasn’t let go. It was on The Solitary Panda, Floreta’s website. Floreta is a ’20-something’ poet with profound stuff to say about life and some style and talent to say it with.

The poem skin has four stanzas, relating to stages of growth towards comfort. Here’s the first stanza:

Her skin masqueraded vivacious
torrents of
Stringing down her hips
She was Every Woman
On billboards
Down side streets
In the back of an alleyway
Just trying to become
Comfortable in Her Own Skin

Stanza II circles the drain of adolescent anorexia

Stanza III is the beginning of awareness of what the media is up to

Stanza IV is the next phase of the shout, ‘I’m not your ideal’…

Click here to read the entire poem and the many heartfelt comments that people were drawn to leave in response.

(c) by Floreta

Thank you, Floreta for your courage and grace to speak intimately about such pain. You speak for millions of women who have not yet found their voices, who are suffering in silence, trying to make themselves into something that is foreign and harmful and wasteful of the human spirit.

Please visit Floreta’s blog and leave a comment, or leave one here–she will be monitoring this post as well and I will pass on any comments to her.



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