I am what every girl wants to be
Skinny
My hip bones stick out like jagged rocks
My ribs can be played like a xylophone
But not when I look in the mirror
My thighs are a mile wide
My stomach is swollen and flabby
My face is sickly and fat
No more food
Have to be
Skinny
Skinny
Skinnier
Until I wither away to nothing
Maybe I'll be happy then