I look at the editor of the magazine
And I want to holler,
“Here, make THIS body look good!”
Don’t just cater to the young crowd.
Look at the old with jiggling jowls,
With sagging boobs and bellies,
With fat ankles and forearms.
Look at the faces not helped with makeup,
The eyelids that are floppy and baggy,
The wrinkles, the gray hair.
Model those who have a walker,
A cane, an oversized wheelchair.
Those who need bottled oxygen,
Those who need meds that cause weight gain.
Stop pandering to the youth and fresh
Because one day they will be US.
© 2018 Valerie Hathaway