I once had a friend who had a simple dream:
She wanted to be as beautiful as the girl in the magazine.

So she shattered every mirror, threw every plate,
until she became as empty as the food she never ate.

She grew deaf and blind to all she didn’t want to know,
how her beautiful soul had lost its radiant glow.

I would wrap my arms around her and just couldn’t take
how with such little pressure, her fragile bones could break.

I once had a friend who had a simple dream:
to rid herself of the nightmares of girls in magazines.