And I skipped
breakfast,
lunch,
and
dinner.
So I could be "pretty".

(Funny,
how I starved my body too,
when I knew my soul also needed to be fed.
And I felt bad,
because sometimes the body of Christ didn't fill me.
And I still happened to drown in holy water.
Much like Jesus,
I felt the world had crucified me.
Difference being that maybe I deserved it.)

If you're not good enough,
then you really no good at all.
(At least that's what they told me.)

And because if you couldn't see it,
then it didn't matter.