Reasons

Maybe I'll never be a mother
Never be depended on by another
But who will make a baby with me
If I still look like the girl people see

My legs will be long and my stomach flat
But no matter what I'll still look fat
My fingers will be delicate, my wrists will too
But my ribs will show and my lips turn blue

If my mother knew she'd be so sad
Never want to talk to someone so bad
But if I were thin how proud she'd be
To have a daughter looking like me

Society hates the school's 'Fat Kid'
Hates how she binges on the food she hid
Well I hate that girl along with the crowd
Because she's so quiet and they're so loud

The kids laugh at her and poke their fun
They're her Thinspiration for what she's done
The mother's all sigh along with the rest
Telling each other that She's Doing Her Best

So what I'm doing is both good and bad
This is what happens when I become sad
But I'll continue because it's what I love
To be thin and weightless and free as a dove

*I hate the title, if anyone has any better ideas please suggest them.
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