She wakes up each morning
Looks in the mirror
…
She puts an oversized hoodie over
Straightens her hair
Like every other girl in her school
Oh no
She burns her finger
Covers her imperfections
With powders
That suffocate her skin
Coats her eyelashes
With sticky black goop
That crusts when it dries
Her mother calls her down for breakfast
“I’m not hungry”
She says
She hasn’t been hungry for two weeks
You know what they say
Beauty is pain
She goes to school
Why is everyone else so skinny?
And beautiful?
And perfect?
She wishes she were them
But what she doesn’t know
Is that
Those skinny, beautiful, perfect girls
Wishes they were her
This poem isn't about me, it's just something I've noticed about teenagers. Remember, you're beautiful and perfect the way you are <3