Ladies... being English; could you possibly, enlighten me
concerning this phenomenon, that, almost everywhere, I see?
On TV... at the Movies... in the Media; always, it's the same...
this Holy Grail of Alpha Males...
"American Beauty," is her name.
Now, there's a name to conjure with... this stereotype of Hollywood;
do you REALLY think that Plastic breasts, and Standard smile, look good?
They'd like to make you think it so; the truth, though... is a different game;
It might look great in photos, but... like Barbie Dolls; they're all the same.

I know that we think differently, but... surely, now... your men must see
the difference in the way a natural bosom moves, exquisitely;
whilst implants... whilst defying gravity, might promise sweet delight...
I know which ones I would prefer to cuddle up to, every night.
Each, and every one of you is beautiful, in her own way,
without the need of surgery, or therapy;
believe, each day
that, you are... every one... a Masterpiece of Mother Nature's plan;
Yet, still, they try to tell you...
you could be improved, by meddling Man.

But, why?... this is so breathtakingly arrogant, in the extreme...
are they, then, so insecure, that quoting "Fashion", they demean
you so?
Not wanting you, for what you are; but what you might, well be...
eroding your self-confidence... a cruel, manipulative fantasy.
If you want to live The Dream...You have to be a Baywatch clone;
Sex and the City... You must be like Carrie...or, stay home alone.

The truth is very different though... for, blinded by the Blue Cross smile;
Intimidated by synthetic cleavage..... most men run a mile.
They really would be lost, with Glossy, Eye Candy to share their life...
a sweet distraction on the side, perhaps... but, somehow... not a wife.
And, that's the Double standard, Ladies... that the Alpha Male enjoys...
Synthetic Pammy in the bedroom...
a Trophy wife to show the boys.
So, don't be suckered by the Hype; always, to yourself.... be true;
for, you are beautiful, just as you are...
this one won't lie to you.

OK,so you are not a perfect size eight;look at it, like this...
has any lover, yet complained?... I don't think so; for that, would miss
the point completely,
of what love, and true respect, are all about;
for, you are perfect, in your Lover's eyes... of that, there is no doubt.
So, does "American Beauty" actually exist... I'm pretty sure
She does...
but, not some Media Fantasy...
She's just the Girl, next door;
She's You...
The One he fell in love with, hopelessly... and, at first sight;
The One who shares his heart; The One he snuggles up to, every night.