We have a God of infinite variety who created us all to be different. Yet we live in a world that tells us that to be attractive and to be acceptable we have to fit into a certain mould. In my case it’s meant years of falling into and out of diets in an attempt to attain the “ideal” figure.

So what’s God’s ideal?

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STAR

ME:-

Why is it that she can eat just what she likes

and stay a size ten? It’s not right!

while I battle all day to keep calories at bay

yet increase my cellulite.

 

A flat chest would be best, fashion’s headed that way:

longer legs, stronger arms, slimmer thighs.

And didn’t you suppose I’d suit a smaller nose

And, I almost forgot, bigger eyes.

 

Why is it his hair’s a mass of thick curls,

and auburn from tip to roots

while mine’s straight and grey and the colour today

is the one that’s on offer at “Boots”.

 

I’m pleased I can sing, that’s a real blessing

but I  tried the guitar, Neil’s better by far.

And it’s lovely to write, when inspirations bright

But sometimes I find ( well I somehow can’t get the words to scan, they’re in the wrong time)

Or I find that they don’t ( What’s the word I need?)

I know rhyme.

 

I’ve lots more to say. It’ll take me all day,

there’s hundreds of things I need changed.

And seeing as you can do the impossible

I’m sure it can be arranged.

 

GOD:-

Now if you’ve quite finished, my joy’s not diminished

I’d hoped you’d realise

the world’s mirror distorts your image,

just look at yourself through my eyes.

 

When I knitted you together,

in every stitch was tenderness and care.

and every genetic unique part of you

it was me who put it there.

And when I stepped back to look at my work

I knew I’d created a star.

Don’t struggle and strive to be something else

I love you just as you are.