Your pretty princess is starving

She’s becoming skin and bones

Losing weight

Losing shape

You can’t tell with her clothes

She hates her body

And the tiny bump on her tummy

She’s skinny, but it’s not enough

Smaller and smaller

Till your princess is no more

Than a bag of

Malnutrition and bones

What will the King think?

Much less the Queen

How disturbing,

That their kin could be so weak.