The number, the size,the

The number, the size,
the sanity, the happiness

This is what you wanted, isn't it?

Flat stomach, thigh gap,
slim waist, and prominent bones,

You can stop now, you can go on and eat.

The mirror, the tabloids,
my eyes, my mind

Please stop now, it's enough.

My thinning hair, my body
my friends, my family,

It hurts to see this, just stop, okay?.

My thoughts, my memories,
my tearsrs, my scars
remind me that you made me this way. 



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