I am surreal,
a beauty of art
forced smile as I look
in the mirror at a body too fat.
Living behind a mask
of what could possible be
the shame of living a lie
in a too large size 3.
I feed on your lies
of my being too thin,
as in the bathroom
I vomit again.
Actress and models
up on the screen,
art brushed to perfection
as I try so hard
to fade to small nothing.
Shall you paint me back
without any flaws,
or draw me a stick figure
with the flowers on the wall?
A body exposed,
an uncovered truth
a story of one
now becomes epidemic.
How tragic it ends
shall show in
hospitals and clinics
where mirrors don't lie
and they find it not so pretty.
As their bodies shut down
with only bones and flesh
left to be revealed,
as they still cling to false perception.
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