Paper or Plastic

This is a poem that was written last year by one of my good friends Eleanor O'Campo. She recently put it up on Facebook and then told me to go and read it, and I thought it was fantastic. So many girls nowadays are falling into eating disorders and becoming obsessive over how they look, and it really is scary. I admit that I don't always practice this, but everyone should love their bodies. Smaller-framed, larger-framed, tall, short, etc. Love who you are, and don't let the downward spiral of the modern-day appearance bring you down too. Enjoy your own style, and don't try to be someone that you're not. Life is wayyyy to short for that!!

:)

Paper or Plastic
Every shopper's eventual dilemma
Between the cashier's mandatory friendliness
And the handing over of the credit card
How would you prefer to kill the planet today,
Shall we cut down the forests or drill up the deserts?
You have roughly half a second to decide

If you are a mother, of course
You reflexively opt for paper
As though struck with a pink rubber hammer
Lest the daughter you remember best, raised from
A chubby baby with a halo of curls
Suffocate on what she thought was just a game
Realize that the fluid being ladled down her
throat
Is tar, not honey
Alcohol, not milk

Today I will be plastic
I am hollow
It's cheaper if you don't put anything inside
I am being tested to see if I am durable enough
for use
First they took a miniature guillotine and
cut my breasts off
Now everyone knows I am empty
Then they whittled the top layer of my
face off with a nail file so they
could paint a new one
But my hair got full of plastic shavings
So they had to replace my head

-Eleanor O'Campo

~Erin :)