So you’re skinny
And you’re pale
And you’re fragile
And delicate like lace
So you’re well fed
And well read
And snooty
And stained with grace
And tucked around your  chiseled face
You can still see that
I’m  fun and fat
And I’m  tanned and happy
And I’m sexy and brilliant
And I’m bossy yet true-
I’m clumsy and I’m funny
And I’m nothing like you
And here is the thing you seem to forget
The problem you most regret
Is while you keep up with the Joneses and magazine beauty
And flaw freak yourself on command
I keep up with your  best bits, baby
I keep up with your man….