starving for perfection.

No one would ever know
That she starved for those skinny jeans.
This is what the obsession is...
for all types of teens.

If I'm One-Hundred and thirty-three pounds...
Or just ninety-one.
I'll still look fat...
Under Ana's sun.

Tight corsets,
all tied up in lace.
Hating my body,
hating my face.

My friends all hate Ana.
For what she's done to me.
Giving me bruises and cuts.
No one can even see.

Why is it that I long for
something that isn't there.
This life is making me so angry.
It just isn't fucking fair.

If I was forty pounds lighter.
Maybe I'll be okay.
If I was only forty pounds lighter.
I could make it through today.

I want to be size zero.
I want to have a zero inch waist.
I want to eat food.
not just for the taste.

I wish I could be like all the other girls.
Eat and be thin.
I wish I could be like everyone else.
Not hate myself within.

So no one would ever know...
Those skinny jeans I wear...
I starved myself...
To fit into that pair.