Tag: fake face

Noon: I emerge –
my bed is an archaeological dig.

I am one of those Venus relics:
womb, stuffed with maternity books,

boobs, bling-ed with suckling babies.
Doesn't matter that my face needs a filter

or my lips need syringes of filler
or my legs need a wax or a razor.

I don't care when I say, 'I'm fat.'
and you say, 'But, oh, you are pretty.'

I don't care.
Fuck your beauty ideals.



Sarah Drury, 2025
Self-portrait with heated rollers by Sarah Drury, oils on canvas