Beautiful

Media twist mental thoughts, to kill the original belief on beauty. The girls in the movies are all skinny and pretty, fake and plastic sculpted beauties. I sit on the floor and stare at the wall, count how long it's been since i last ate, i can't remember at all. I'm tired of being that girl, the one who looks at herself with disgust, tired of being ashamed of myself whenever i look in the mirror

I'm growing weak, yet i can't shed a pound, I have not eaten I've ignored when my stomach growled. I feel light headed when i barely walk, I start to lose energy when i simply talk. Mother said i was going to die, my sister found out and started to cry. I just sat there on the floor, while my life melted away, and the mortician walked out the door.

All I Wanted Was To Be Beautiful....