When you can see my bones
Then I will be beautiful
When I can wear less clothes
Then I will be beautiful
When I lose pieces of myself
Then I will be beautiful.
When my eyes are swollen,
And my cheekbones defined,
Then, I will be beautiful.
When theres' less to hold,
Then I will be beautiful.
When I shed more skin
And starve myself more
When I am less of me and
More like you,
Will you then find me beautiful?
..I worked in the psychiatric field and have had a lifetime of experience with people who have mental illnesses so I do understand pathology and the wayward working of the human mind...But that said, I have never quite been able to understand how young girls think they are attractive or desirable when they are rail thin and skin and bones.
I can understand the need to disappear, the need for control, but not how they think they are beautiful.