Messages, messages, please leave me be.
Never had I felt so suffocated
with the fear that my eyes couldn't really see.
Every compliment a lie created,
constantly wishing I were sedated
as to not feel every person's stares;
though the worst have to be the mirror's glares.
Coat your skin in five pounds of illusion,
then starve yourself until you've withered into a broomstick.
Mother says it's distorted delusion,
but you'll still cry when your thighs seem too thick.
Take crazy diet pills that make your body tick,
whatever it takes to not look like this.
Your disease will steal any chance of bliss.
So a big "fuck you!" to beauty standards,
and "eat shit!" for setting traps in my mind.
I refuse to let my values be slandered.
It's so difficult to be satisfied
with the absurd way we were all designed.
We are human, composed of skin and bone,
worth more than meaningless numbers alone.
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