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life or perfection
strive for beuaty hope one day will call you elegant sunrise of my eyes in other words things thaat you want that will never happen why do I do this to myself I drink dont eat to look pretty while my freinds and family are worried for me I still do this to myself you see I walk for an hour I wheigh myself make sure I'm not getting fat I'm not getting fat but no its still not enough as beyonce said pretty hurts and thats true we all want to look like that model next door I feel tierd evryday I'm an ugly beast who takes care of everybody accept for me people stare at me becuase its summer and I have scares all down my legs I thought I was healing I guess I wasn't I need to pick at everything look at what society has done to me
