When we were little

we use to sit

on our granmothers lap

and she would tell us stories of when she was young,

the world was perfect then.

We grew up and distanced ourselves from everyone around us and our

grandmothers shed a tear.

Our skirts got shorter and our self esteem got lower

because we

could

not

measure up to the models on the screen.

Life was losing its perfectness.

We started to belive that the acne cream

could make the blemishes on our skin fade

and

that dieting would make us lose weight.

Our grandmothers tried to reach out to us but we still keep our distance.

We belived everythging in the magazines,

skinner was better and our peers where our life's only navigator.

Society feed us lies and and we did'nt care.

Our grandmothers shook their heads knowing

we had to find our own way out of this hole.

Life was anything but perfect at this point,

but grandmother was always their to listen to our problems and cry along with

us as we struggled through life.