I ask the mirror on my wall,
How do I become perfect and skinny?
She tells me, ” you’ll never be cute or small”
But I already knew, to be thin is to be pretty.
So I cheat, lying to everyone,
I promise there’s hardly a worry.
I haven’t lost a pound, not one.
But really, it’s more like thirty.
When will it be enough for her?
My mirror, so vile with her taunting.
It was just a diet, I was so sure,
Now my addiction makes life daunting.
Perhaps it’s true, dead girls are skinnier.
So I’ll do what it takes, just to be prettier.
- Me (via one-1-eight-perfectweight)
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