This is clearly a poem of how the media and objects that are made today influences our lives. Here we have a beautiful young girl on her mist of puberty and going through changes have another child tell her that she has a big nose and fat legs. Yes she is smart and beautiful in her own way but because of one statement the views of her appearance changes and makes her want to change herself. She doesn'tf feel beautiful anymore based on how a Barbie doll is made with its perfect thin/small nose and skinny legs. The girl does not fit the so call "model" figure or image. She fights with herself and starts to change to fit the "thin nose and skinny legs" image. Willing to ruin her health and mind and loosing herself at the same time. She finally is called "pretty" in her casket! The things people go through to get noticed but only gets noticed when it is too late!!!
