You'll See Me On The Runway

Here's to fame and fortune,
As I raise my flask for a toast,
But no, I won't drink it,
Since I have to fit into size 0 clothes.

Cheek bones are beautiful,
They go along well with pursed lips,
Hair sleeked back with gel,
And nothing but skin on my hips.

Brisk steps down the catwalk,
Camera flashes in my eyes,
Nothing phases me up here,
I hide my hunger under a disguise.

I never used to be this way,
I used to weigh 110,
Now I'm lucky at 86,
I hated who I was then.

Prada, de la Renta, Marc Jacobs,
I'm livin' the high life now,
4 inch heels? That's nothin',
I'd rather break an ankle thank look like a cow.

Who cares if I don't eat?
Look at me, God am I hot,
Modeling is a demanding career,
I know people envy what I've got.

You win some you lose some,
It's a deal thats hard to pitch,
But you'll see me on the runway,
As another anorexic b**ch.

**Note: This wasn't written to offend anyone, I was trying something new.

(c) Samantha Uelmen