Sep 2017
I near break my back
because I want an ***
I often hurl my lunch
because ninety is fat
I have two layers of foundation
but no moral support
If I could only stop my parents...
Abort, Abort
Yet I snap my back and puck my lips
whiten my teeth and turn my hips
a couple filters can't be so wrong
a with the right lighting
I'll appear strong
because I want an ***
I often hurl my lunch
because ninety is fat
I have two layers of foundation
but no moral support
If I could only stop my parents...
Abort, Abort
Yet I snap my back and puck my lips
whiten my teeth and turn my hips
a couple filters can't be so wrong
a with the right lighting
I'll appear strong
This poem started out being one about bulimia but soon I found myself writing about a girl who relies on social media to provide her with positive feed back.
