There once was a girl
Who always wore a disguise.
And her definition of beauty,                                           Was a gap----between her thighs.

She wasn't too big,
Maybe twenty pounds overweight,
By time her parents knew,
It was just too late.

She vomited her food
After almost every meal.
She took capsules and bottles
Of  poisonous pills.

Sometimes she would starve,
It depended on the day.
She could tell the complements
Where only miles away.

Which she would run
In rain, sun, or hail.
Anything to make the number
Lower on the judgmental scale.

Weaker
Thinner
But
Clo
Ser
To
Per
Fec
Tion.
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.
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There once was a girl,
Who thought she was very big.
She is no longer called
Names like cow, horse, or pig.

She is judged by the mirror
She walks by everyday.
And wonders when her fat
Will just all fade away.

Tormented by looks.
Tormented by pleasure.
"You can stop now!" They scream
"You're as light as a feather!"

But they don't understand.
You can't ever stop.
They wouldn't either.
She only won, because she fought.

Now its been almost a month,
In a hospital bed.
Where her parents put her.
She was starving dead.

Madly disgusted by
The the food the nurses gave.
Worried by her looks,
She is her own self's slave.

She didn't care loved-ones
Were by her side.
Instead let herself be consumed,
In slow silent suicide.