ENVIOUS

I feel so disgusting, I make myself sick; and there is one thing I know for sure
That I will not let one drop of food land near my lips anymore

I envy those girls, yet I despise them; the ones in my dance class
They have the ideal bodies; shaped in a perfect hour glass

The flattest of abs, the leanest of legs, and a single chin
If I could I would go under the knife, but Lord I dont know where to begin

Its times like these I just want to run under the covers, and never again show my face
Ashamed for people to look at me for all my flaws are hanging out; Im such an awful disgrace

I dont want to feel this way, but eating feels like such a terrible sin
I look at myself in the mirror, and inside and out I cringe

So when you see that Im not eating, Im doing it for the good
One day I will appear beautiful and confident as I truely should