In this surreal dream,
A young woman sits at a table supreme,
Her body lies on the table bare,
Examining it with a critical stare.
From different perspectives, she looks with care,
Questioning if her body meets beauty’s standard fair,
Curiosity mixes with sadness in her eyes,
As she wonders if beauty lies in just a piece of meat’s guise.
But is there more to this than meets the eye?
Is beauty more than just what we see on the outside?
A soul that shines through the flesh,
Is it what makes beauty truly fresh?
In this dream-like scene so abstract,
The young woman’s ponderings impact,
For it makes us question what we hold true,
Is beauty just a physical view?