FORCED SKIN

What matters these days is not the weight of your heart but of your skin, Because she'd rather not eat than be pimpled, He'd rather lose his fam than be bleached, She'd rather get ulcers than risk losing the crown. He'd rather lose his identity than appear less divine. We live in the world of prestige, Where the strong can survive as long as they can tear their skins bit by bit, Not knowing they are weak. Where the beauty of your body is measured by the magic of your surgery, Where death due to lack of eating is mistaken for sacrifice. Where the beauty of your eyes is measured by the weight of your eyelashes, Where dieting kills far more faster than cancer. Where beauty isnt brains anymore its skinned. Welcome to the world of forcing