Poetess (naked): dinner time!
Inner voice: what ... (closes eyes).
I can't do it, I can't do it! I can't look any more.
I did it five hundred times today,
Every magazine has only naked women,
How men do you think feel? Hardly alive!
Soon I will cover my eyes.
Poetess: my new diet.
Eat naked in front of the mirror.
See only one baby carrot on the plate.
