Is it so wrong of me to want to be thin

Is it so wrong of me to wish for my ribs

I am covered by a thousand pounds of fat and yet I am the only one that seems to see it

I am blinded by the mounds of fat that cover my body from head to toe

Save me from my curse

Save me from the curse of becoming thin in reverse

Many people call it wrong, but is it wrong when your thighs move at the slightest bump

Is it wrong that my arms sag down instead of flexing up

What is so wrong with not eating, drinking, or sleeping?

What is so wrong with living a life without tasting?

I want to be thin, but society says no.

I want to be pretty, but society says no.

Being thin is only for the women on tv

Being pretty is only for girls unlike me.

I want to see every inch of spine, my limping twine

I want to see each rib, counting down to my very last limb

I want to count my bones as they rest in the dirt so unknown

I want to be forgotten in a thousand sands of time, but behold this is my mind

I want to be thin, but society says no.

I want to be pretty, but society says no.

Being thin is only for the women on tv

Being pretty is only for girls unlike me.