I idolize her fly-aways Like sylphs, Banding on a vibrant dull. A lion's song, a kingdom come, A crown of soot and soil. I adulterate her cupid's bow A psyche, Bending on a serpent whim. A hierophant,...

As children many young women are told to love their bodies and to embrace their true selves. Yet, nowadays, women as young as two are plastering their youthful faces with layers of foundation. Though I...