my bones hollow, old, and well used in life,
my body is reduced to nothing, 
literal bones and dust 
broken down,
thin skin on shaky bones,
is what i have done to myself,
or what they have done to me? 
nothing but a skeleton walking, 
i am.

unable to digest anything,
terrified by the guilt it brings,
a skeleton is not an inedia by nature,
it becomes one,
reduced by society,
starved by fashion magazines, patriarchy, and a culture breeding self discontent.
my bones are hollowed out, 
they have been for years,
skeletal decomposition from the lack of nutrients provided in my life.
by the lack of truth, and the abundance of lies,
force fed everything that is "SKINNY".

well on my way to becoming a product of society,
already hollowed out at the bone.
shallow passion, and missed meals,
i am skeletal.