It is nessercary to suffer to be beautiful-Unknown.
'Lights out,
I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes,
To speak up,
Speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.'
I never wanted what I am becoming.
Unfortunetly I am perpetually human.
Open up your heart, and then?
'I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.'
'I am,
in a room I built myself.'
As she sings she chokes. It constricts. You are simply a mirage in my mind, I construct you as I wish.
Its come full circle and all gone too far.
I've fallen too fast, and there's no going back.
If I think I can change you, then I am deluded.
You own me and I own you.
I have altered myself to fit your specifications.
I've weakening, its petrifying.
But maybe I should surrender, stop treading water.
I'm tired.
Will it ever be right?
'In a consumerist society manufactured by men, appearance is seen as the main asset for a woman whereas with men this is not as important. In the edible woman, Atwood's commentary on the unrealistic ideals enforced on women is best shown in a scene in which Marian buys a dress she does not really like to comply with her husbands requests, and is transformed into someone she barely recognises, Marian compares this to an operation. Installed under a hair dryer, Marian finds herself part of an assembly line of identical women. Marian wonders if this 'inert' and 'simply vegetable' existance is what she is being pushed towards and refers to this experience as 'Nessecity of endurance' it is nessercary for her or a woman to do, to succeed, but altogether unpleasant.'
Slowing i'm achieving my 'destiny' and escape is futile.
Dependance is manifesting.
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