Pretty, skinny. perfect,
Everything I want to be.
Well, I mean on the outside at least.
You post pictures of your "great" feast,
But I know it was a binge.
You appear so perfect and normal,
But you shed that skin
As you become out of sight.
Anxiety, mental break downs,
And I don't even know what.
You don't try to hide it,
Yet you somehow don't let it show.
At least to those who you don't know.
I understand so much,
Yet I don't at the same time.
You are so skinny,
Yet you don't eat and call yourself fat.
I understand hating yourself so much,
You make yourself suffer.
I understand it is your only need to cope.
Yet I don't understand
How someone has never been fat like me
Is taught and told to hate herself.
I want the best for you,
But I still don't know how bad it got.
I just can't stand to see you look perfect,
While no one sees your pain, fear, or guilt.
If you're reading this, im sorry. you deserve better than any of what you're going through