A Size Too Small

You're overflowing from that corset
like a bursting blemish.
Somehow you manage to walk,
mincing your legs inside a skirt
that struggles to contain them.
Didn't you glare at yourself in the mirror
before strutting off on your date?
I can find the basis of your error
on your gently rouged cheeks;
your earnest dimpled smile
and, above your flirting eyes,
your penciled brows,
are the clean lines
upon which your beauty rests,
teetering
like a crock
on the top
shelf.