Skimmed milk

Skinny lat'e not to hot
Paint of caf'e culture, in the outside showing off
Where red carpet dreams
Hide your threadbare needs
And one day walk the path of celebrity
Homespun with a core so tough
More and more concealer the blemishes retouched
A pose of interest and of wit
False lash, red lips the beauty box that self equips
Your twin self knows how to twist the knife
The plastic surgeons nip and tuck, that augmentation he provides
lemons to melons sprout
A snow tiger that haughty gait
Endangered in the cold a statured grace
The tide will turn and turn about
A candy box with only hard centers left
Not the glossy print but an undeveloped negative
For that subconscious voice feeds your doubts
Deflate your ego, the broken strap the laddered tights
Student books so full of edits
Dirty washing lines of credit
That morning after look, and times the thief
Speaks of ten years hence
A comparison that begs belief
for that sight are you prepared
The age of Marks & Spencers underwear