Feet together, thighs apart.
The collarbones are where we start.
Count the ribs and feel the hips;
That's what makes us skinny, bitch.
The collarbones are where we start.
Count the ribs and feel the hips;
That's what makes us skinny, bitch.
Your shoulder blades were not wings to freedom,
And your ribs were not ladders to your struggling heart.
Your sunken eyes were not beautifully painful,
And the sun did not shine life through your thigh gap.
You were a dying child, finding beauty in self-demise;
Killing with every morsel of food you denied yourself.
Do not miss the person you were with the monster;
Eating away at your wasting body,
Sucking the life from your hollow cheeks.
Miss the person you were before.
Oblivious to the toxins of the disorder that stole you away.
And your ribs were not ladders to your struggling heart.
Your sunken eyes were not beautifully painful,
And the sun did not shine life through your thigh gap.
You were a dying child, finding beauty in self-demise;
Killing with every morsel of food you denied yourself.
Do not miss the person you were with the monster;
Eating away at your wasting body,
Sucking the life from your hollow cheeks.
Miss the person you were before.
Oblivious to the toxins of the disorder that stole you away.
When I starved my body,
I tasted the sweetest,
Corrupt ecstasy
Of feeling thin,
And beautiful.
Hip bones stuck,
Showing through skin,
And it was attractive;
To have a gap
Between my thighs.
To make every curvature
Of my figure visible.
And the poisonous
Compliments
Infiltrated my mind.
Those words,
Were the kind of
Drugs, that nobody
Warns you about.
And this cruel addiction,
May kill me,
And suffocate
The life from my lungs;
But at least the fat
Is gone.
And I feel
Content.
I tasted the sweetest,
Corrupt ecstasy
Of feeling thin,
And beautiful.
Hip bones stuck,
Showing through skin,
And it was attractive;
To have a gap
Between my thighs.
To make every curvature
Of my figure visible.
And the poisonous
Compliments
Infiltrated my mind.
Those words,
Were the kind of
Drugs, that nobody
Warns you about.
And this cruel addiction,
May kill me,
And suffocate
The life from my lungs;
But at least the fat
Is gone.
And I feel
Content.