body in forms

Imperfect body. Hanging skin. Paint strokes of color and tiger marks. 
Is the mirror curved? Should I stop eating for a while? 
In spain I'm too skinny, but in China I am way too fat. In ballet I should loose 5 kg, but in hip hop I should gain doubled that. 
Sugar is my secret lover, sending invisible messages caught only by my brain, pulling me towards it and further away from... what? the word that I can never define, but always use: perfection.
Ice cream and velvet cake paint over my bones curves that I when I wear short pants. But ice cream is perfect and velvet cake looks good. And I love all dace styles, not just the ones my "body" approves. Beauty standards are not defined by a country, but by people who sometimes need therapy. 
Everything is imperfect, not just our bodies. But, somehow, meat and muscles are the biggest problems we see.