When I first discovered the poem, "Self in 1958" by Anne Sexton, my head filled with the images of life-sized plastic Barbies littering the streets of the city with their plastic Kens and convertibles. In my opinion, the entire poem happens to be relevant not just to 1958, but the world we live in today as well. The same issues still apply to the millions of people in the world who experience the same insecurities. Although the ominous signs hide behind the supposed credibility of the media, the traces of the same suppression in this poem still exist today. In today's world, filled with the impossible demands and expectations of the media, it is often difficult to lose yourself amidst the confusion and the frenzy of society, cloaked in the desire to surface victorious regardless of consequence.

The first stanza of the poem begins with the line, "What is reality...