When I look in the mirror I want to see
skin and bone, a botox smile and silicone.
Complete with every flawless feature
-Instead I see this vicious, voluptuous creature.
Cut up arms ‘cause I can’t stand the sight.
Bloodshot eyes from throwing up all night.
Images of Hollywood clouding my mind
behind all those models who resemble twigs
I’m going blind.
Watch your weight
Suck it in.
Skip a few meals
if you want to be thin.
Count your calories
stand on the scale
because it’s ideal to be weak and frail.
Hours of exercise
just to have the body I idealize.
Whoever knew that losing weight on a laxative
could be so attractive?
Throwing it all up
-it’s never enough
to find the perfect number on the scale.
I’m punishing myself ahead of time
-setting myself up to fail.