An eating disorder poem.

"Mia in the Mirror"

Mirror, mirror,

Lie to me;

I know I’m not

The Fairest.

Let me pinch and pout,

And just pretend

My thighs don’t touch,

My eyes shine brighter,

My skin’s not pale,

My hair is smoother,

My legs are longer,

My scars are gone,

My sides aren’t fat,

My head’s not crazy

For expecting perfection

In a human body –

As if it changes

My talents,

My morals,

My aspirations,

My worth

To be anything

But magazine beautiful.

If I were a skeleton,

With collar bones

And hip bones

And ribs protruding,

I’d be no happier,

No prettier,

No better;

I’d simply be

Nothing at all.