Eating habits that resemble that of a bird
I don’t want to touch you I fear you will break
That girl. She’s anorexic. Haven’t you heard?
Throw some sparkles and clothes that resemble draperies. Quite the model she would make.
Whispers waiver between the walls of weight and withering away
Strut your stuff, Walk the walk
Break a leg! Don’t worry. It’s jealousy they say.
Words of concern, gossip, rumors, backstabbing..it’s all just talk.
Thin as a rail glancing down at the scale
Feed me numbers of perfection
Strung out on diet pills and caffeine-not the ideal fairy tale
Cries of control and misdirection from my flawed reflection
I am me, one of a kind, beautiful they say. Just look in the mirror.
Loosing this fight tear after tear, year after year.