Tears dance in her eyes as she smiles before she falls, | Nobody can see her lies or penetrate her walls. | In the mirror her flesh is thicker while in reality she’s barely there, | She strives to burn the calories quicker as she pretends she doesn’t care. | Wearing a guarded smile she lies to everyone she loves, | Always running an extra mile to be perfect enough to be loved. | In the morning she runs to the scales and carefully wraps the measuring tape around herself, | No matter how smaller she is she’s failed… | Her body wastes, and so does her health. | She’s the perfect student, the best friend that everybody likes, | But though her work is always prudent no one can see her daily strife. | Every day she’s getting smaller and fading slowly out of sight, | Her monster anorexia’s growing stronger though she’s fighting with all her might. | The perfect little girl has become no more than an empty shell. | The claws clutching at her wasted shoulders curl dragging her farther into this shell.
I need bone corsets and a necklace of pearls, | Single-jewelled bracelets and corkscrew curls. | I need single striped socks, bars running up my shins, | And a stripe or circles on my back, creating my dorsal fin. | I need bulky rings, one on each finger, | And shoes that lift the weight so no footprint will linger. | I need thick wide garters circling my knees, | And a double studded belt, though no one will see. | It doesn’t really matter, ‘cause it’s all for me. | I need mirrors like air, to help me breathe | Or suffocate | To live, or die. | Or is it to die, or live? | I’ve forgotten which is which, | Is it day or night when the moon shifts? | Light and dark I can’t distinguish, | Maybe that’s why I can’t switch a corset for a dress, and no pearly white skin, | Expensive jewels for less and curls that don’t make my head spin; | Stripes for dots and bars for walls, | Circles for lines and no fins at all, | But no. | I need bones jutting through my skin, | Created by the hunger festering within. | I need a little white scale to reveal the truth, | I need beauty and perfection, | Anything but food.