Bleach and peroxide

She wants her hair blonde
She screams
The whites don't deem to justify her youth
Though she is midlife
Maybe it is her crisis
She asks her companion
If her age shows
And he just laughs it off
As she douses her hair in peroxide
Now the age is no longer visible
She thinks
As she smiles at the mirror
Her face seems a bit dark
She coats it with bleach
Washing it off she smiles
She is a few shades brighter
Not the demon of her insecurity
But her eyes at the very least say so
As she finally ages
Passing into her 50s
She sees her self
Always trying to avoid her real self
As her daughter calls her beautiful
Today without her make up and fakery
She see her true face
Accepting she exhales
Whispers loving words to her little girl
And ponders in the truth
if the other women will ever learn
Beyond loving the self what else is?
Nothing but bleach and peroxide.