In The Bathrooms

Between classes
The girls by the mirrors
Are thin and blonde
Bronzed and made up
Like expensive models.
Against the walls
Eyes down
Not looking at
Mirrors or Models
The girls are pudgy
And curved like
Venus or Aphrodite.
They all disappear
Into the stalls
And wretch up
Cafeteria psuedo-food
But none of them
Hear each other.

Size 12P

They say I am Petite
Because they do not wish to say
That I am much too short.

They say I am a Plus Size,
Because they do not want to say
That fifty pounds less would be better.

My mother says the dress is beautiful
Because she does not want to tell me
That it needs to be three sizes larger.

The cheerleaders are honest
With the casual cruelty of cats
“Move it, Jumbo.”