Beauty therapy

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“You have very dry skin

and a very hairy shin.

A face laden with freckles

and wrinkles on your knuckles.”

“The hair so dry and frizzy

makes me feel so dizzy,

your curls a maddening mane

isn't combing it a pain?”

“Your heels sport many cracks

and below the eyes two dark sacks.

It’s strange you neglect beauty

That’s part of feminine duty.”

I who had never cared

Got so very scared,

wondered if I’d lose my beloved

who I had just recently wedded.

So drawing some courage

from the beautiful image

that my friends painted of me-

creamy, steamy, dreamy and filmy,

I entered the world of mirrors

that loudly proclaimed my errors,

to scrub myself to glamour,

to be my spouse’s charmer.

“Why-o-why you never came before,

dear girl who looks like a wild boar?”

remarked the concerned therapist

about my beauty in a gist.

My nightmare began- waxing,

threading, steaming......taxing.

Massage, pedicure and manicure

and other things too obscure.

I paid a heavy price

with tears in my eyes

Bleached face with rashes

that scorched my skin to ashes

“You've become too different

queer sight, feel and scent.”

His words filled regret in my head

As we lay two strangers on the bed.