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Catalog Days collage, ink Text: The catalogs are winning, God. I'm trying to listen for Your voice but hear instead the tempt of perfect thighs and waists and breasts... "Like us," they say, "You need to look like us." And then they gaze-- a thousand eyes-- to see if I've improved, or bought their clothes, or made a hair appointment. Your voice calls me just to be-- I know-- and yet I add a "good enough" on catalog days. It's daze alright, when I think my body isn't gift. Controlling shape won't bring me happiness. Please wake me from this advertised perfection.
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