Starving for perfection

Shit! now I'm here again throwing up my guts for self esteem. I'm trying to become a beauty queen. But my hips is to big, and my stomach is to thick. My mind is making me sick. "Jenny you�´re going dying". I promise you im trying. The problem is im lying. I don't want to weigh 45. I rather wanna die. There for i keep up the lie. Im trying to pick my one direction. Im starving for perfection. I rather want pain. Than i want to gain. Will my friends remain. Starting to throw up blood. maybe i should stop. But jenny don't forget to keep a smile on youre face. Dont forget to win first place