"Real women don't look like that."

[heslopian]

“Real women don’t look like that.”
Over and again, you laughed Is any of the punctuation in this poem strictly necessary? It's not used consistently to create the effect of crafted, rhythmic sentences, so I'd say it's not needed.
that ad-perfect perkiness
doesn’t
exist. Nice use of line breaks here.
I rolled my eyes and groaned
exasperated, (fourteen year olds always are)
but I remembered
Charlie’s Angels are
bullshit
because nobody fights crime in those heels. Witty observation. I always wondered how they kept their hair and clothes so perfect
I’d never tell you how proud I was
that you were better than, tougher than
Mr. Clean loving, lipstick pushing, boob-job junkies.
There is a part of my heart
that slips down past my lungs
and under my belly
when I see your shame or
uncertainty
at a joker-perfect smile.
Comical in all the wrong ways, your face
is not familiar anymore
and secretly, I miss the lines you covered up
with collagen.
I remember the way
your forehead crinkled and
mouth turned down Exellent lines from "comical" onwards. Sincere, concise and quietly moving.
as you crossed out commas students sprinkled on
like chocolate chips. It might be useful if you establish a bit more about the character, like her profession and relationship to the narrator, earlier on.
When I looked at you I saw
baking pies and times-table songs
the typing course I had to take and when
you laughed because my son
could push so hard my belly moved.
Now you look like injections Great line. Cuts to the core of the poem's theme in a straightforward, powerful way.
and I’m afraid because
I don’t want to hear about your crooked nose.
Everybody has a crooked nose or
thunder-thighs and freckled lips.
My small left breast wonders
if your crooked nose will forgive itself,
or if those words only mean something
when you’re talking to somebody else.
My scars want to know
if you’re only proud when you’re pretty
or if they can come play too.

A really good poem. I like how the mother character sadly betrays her own beliefs about cosmetic surgery, and the way you convey this through your narrator as a tragedy. It's sad but very vivd work. Thank you for the read, and all critique is JMHO