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'Product of the year!'

The magazine beauty has to jeer,

At someone who feels as ugly as I,

To make their sales,

So they can drink their ales,

As I'm locked up inside my 'fatness' I cry.



To make me feel less,

By putting her on that page,

Doesn't hurt you,

Infact,

It helps.

It helps because you're benefitting from my pain,

From hers, from his, from theirs.

Pain.

Do you know that word?

Or do your BMW's and paycheques,

Let's not forget your manicures,

Make you immune from feeling what we do?



"Beauty is only skin deep,"

They all used to say.



So stick your fucking product of the year,

It smells like a whore's handbag anyway.