Dying to be Pretty

Dear someone,
is anyone there?
I can't stand these
four walls anymore.

I tried to climb out
but I was too weak.
I can't escape myself.
I've been hiding too long.

I'm trapped by the mirror.
I see in sizes and numbers.
Food is the enemy
and my fingers are saviors.

I study her body.
Her bones lightly covered
in creamy porcelin.
I would die to look like her.

Dear someone,
why do I have to choose
between healthy and skinny?
Between normal and happy?
I just want to be pretty.