Your plastic soul.
Your saline breasts
your blood red lips
your pleather pants
push-up bra
platinum hair
colored contacts over striped horned rims
your exercised arms
handing out forged credentials…

You are exactly who you have chosen to be.
Every aspect of you
calculated to culminate
in a version of you
far different than how you were born.
There is nothing natural in you
nothing unplanned.
You are a precise concoction
even your name had been falsified
for maximum impact.

You are a phoenix creation
flying out of the ashes of your former self
and you are gorgeous.
Not just because all your selections
have produced the finest results
but because you have realized
exactly who you want to be
and have painstakingly
gone about bringing it to life.

You have taken advantage of
everything the first world can offer
to improve upon nature.
You are self-made
society-made
and I am proud of you
and what you’ve done.

You
and your synthetic beauty
are welcome to be with me and mine
whenever you want
– presuming I meet your standards.