I just want to be skinny
For
My collarbones to appear
For
My spine make itself known
For
My thighs shrink to half their size
For
My stomach to stay ****** in on its own

But I feel as if it is always fighting a losing battle
And until I touch perfection
I cannot stop my destruction

*I'm sorry, but you couldn't possibly understand, so I'll leave it as my secret to keep