Striking ribcage showing through my chest
Thin, frail skin spilling over my breast
Bones poking out, failing at this test
Comments reminding me just never rest

Dropping forty pounds in two months isn't normal
But I don't follow any rules, they're all too formal
The way I look is all I have at times, I'm sorry
But the way I felt before did so much to scar me

So here I am today, falling to pieces
Avoiding sweets and any food cooked deep in greases
Hoping one day I can respect my reflection
But the ***** I see is so used to rejection