She takes her time in the morning,
staring into the mirror.
She tries on different outfits,
Trying not let anyone recognize her.
She's afraid to be called fat,
And Afraid to be unattractive.
She hasn't eaten right,
Since the middle of grade six.
It started out as skipping breakfast,
Telling her mother that she had no time in the morning,
To make a simple meal to tide her over
But it escalated from just one thing.
In time she told all of her friends
That she'd eaten a large breakfast earlier,
And when lunchtime rolled around,
She wouldn't eat that either.
Her lie grew from eating a large breakfast
To not liking to eat in front of others,
And all while her friends didn't argue,
She knew they worried about her.
6 more years quickly passed,
And she still didn't eat breakfast or lunch,
Soon she didn't eat for dinner,
And she didn't care nearly as much.
At 17 years old,
She's skinnier than average and still unhappy.
I'm afraid to admit,
The girl I speak of is me.
I know the truth about magazines,
And The girls I see on T.V.
But Here I am, living by the stupid rule,
That beauty has it's price.
