Thin Is In

I look in the mirror,
And see a fat girl.
So I turn to face the toilet,
Let it all go and hurl.

Emptying my stomach,
Which I filled moments before.
I feel it burn my throat,
Leaving it raw and sore.

I cough out the last bit,
Then flush it all away.
Wasting the only meal,
I managed to eat that day.

I get up but fall down,
My body's very weak.
I force myself back up,
Letting a tear roll down my cheek.

Pain swarms my body,
My stomach screams to be fed.
I'm not stopping until I'm thin,
So I ignore it and go to bed.

Waking up my stomach still hurts,
But I ignore the pleas it makes.
I'm dying to be skinny,
Willing to do whatever it takes.

I hear the curses from people,
Saying I'm way too thin.
But I know I'm still fat,
And I won't stop until I win.

To be thin means acceptance,
No more teasing in the hall.
The only way to be happy,
Is to have a waist that's small.

I know it's hurting me inside,
But it's worth all the pain.
I'll continue this awful habit,
Until all the fat goes down the drain.