A shallow man
will only date a model,
but at least he's
honest.

A ****
will date anyone,
but only make the models feel
beautiful.

A decent guy
will date an average girl,
say he doesn't look at size,
but his actions say otherwise.

A nice guy
will date a fat girl,
but marry
a skinny one.

A good guy
will marry a fat girl,
but wish,
every day,
that she was thinner--
and she
will always know.

A rare guy
will date a fat girl
and not realize
that she's fat.
She will feel
beautiful
and think
she's a model.

But he's a
minority,
and non-model girls are a
majority.

There's a solution:
Starve
until the fat
disappears.
Until every guy
that has ever preferred a skinny girl
over you;
over a girl that looks like you
-- or worse --
is even smaller than you,
but not small
enough,
would finally
consider you
worthy.
Starve.

But don't get too thin.
Guys complain about that too.
Now you're not pretty enough,
again.

Starve until you're
just right --
they'll tell you how great you look;
ask how you did it.

You'll lie,
yet again,
to maintain
the facade.

They'll think
you're disciplined --
but they don't know
just how much.

You can starve so they're happy;
put on a smile
to make them think you are too. Because you never will be --

they've destroyed your mind
with their standards;
you've destroyed it
with striving to live up to them.

You'll marry a guy
who tells you
you're beautiful,
but your eyes are broken;
an ugly,
obese girl
relentlessly
stares back.

She tells you
your husband
lies.

She tells you
food is bad,
purging is good.

She tells you
he prefers someone skinnier,
someone better.

You'll never be enough --
all because some
teenage boy
hung up a poster of a
photoshopped
model on his wall --
decided that she
is the ultimate goal,

and, thus,
your destiny emerged.