Am I Pretty Yet? (Bulimia)

Looking in the mirror
I wonder the cause
I know you see beauty
But all I see are flaws

There's a simple solution
I know there's a risk
Wanting to be pretty
I decide to go with it

It quickly becomes a habit
One step to the next
Everyday I check back
Am I Pretty Yet?

Food becomes the enemy
Mia is my friend
I cannot tell anyone about her
They would put her to an end

Everyday is the same
Nothing to regret
My image is melting away
Am I Pretty Yet?

My knees are bruising
From the hard bathroom floor
But I never think twice
I go close the door

My cheeks are swollen
My fingers are red
My voice is shaking
Am I Pretty Yet?

In the midst of my actions
With tears in my eyes
I realize the danger
Of my secret life

In search of somebody
Who won't judge or harass
I have over-worked myself
I suddenly collapse

There is a burning in my stomache
An ache in my head
I can see my bones through my skin
Am I pretty yet?

They tell me I need help
Which, I deny
They ask the questions
My feelings collide

I am wrong
She took over my life
Willing to stop her
I tell her goodbye

I am now feeling better
I take a deep breath
I look in the mirror
Am I Pretty Yet?