You ask about
The woman in my mind
The embodiment of perfection
What I aim to be
Fragile, elegant, thin
Bones that could cut
Glass and a chin
Instead of many
Pink folds of flesh
Hanging from me
Size zero jeans
Arms that could
Snap in half
And collarbones
That collect water
When it rains
Jutting ribs
And hipbones that look
Like they will pierce
My very skin
That's what I aim to be