Skinny

Young girls have to starve themselves
To feel a part of this world
Because when you look at magazines
All you see are airbrushed girls
Photoshopped to be smaller
With enhanced features
You are bombarded with them
Made to think that this is the norm
a size 6 waist is too big
Yet the average woman wears a size 14
How are we not supposed to want to be thinner
When every magazine tells us how to:
When the cover girl has perfect abs and you can see their hip bones
How can we not believe them
We are taught that this is beauty
That this is how we are to look
Emancipated.
Striving for a look that can only be made with
a computer generated software
Girls as young as 12 are dieing of a disease
That tells them they aren't good enough
That they need to be thinner
A disease that slowly eats away at you
People think its all mental
Just eat and you'll be find
They don't understand what its like to look in a mirror
and only see fat
Only want to be smaller
To do anything not to have 3 digits show up on that scale

That you use every morning

Even if that means skipping yet another breakfast

The constant worry

Of someone finding out

Your father telling you

How small you are again

The pain you cause

The constant ache of hunger

Emaciated.

But you finally have control over something

And that makes you happy

It makes you not want to stop

You don't stop

Until you are in a hospital bed

With a hundred different needles

In your arm

Unable to move.