I wish I would've loved myself when I was young,
wish I would have realized how beautiful I was.
I'm skinny now but I still don't like mirrors,
I hope my ribs puncture my lungs.
I think I still hate myself because,
i'll never look as good as my sisters in their instagram pictures.

I still hate my body,
my vision is starting to get spotty.
I hate my body,
mama, i'm so sorry.

I don't fit in my favorite sweater anymore,
i've lost so much weight.
This is what I've wanted for so long,
so why do I feel so sore?
I push away my plate,
i'm doing something wrong.

My sisters are pretty,
my sisters are skinny.
My sisters eat whatever they want,
and their bodies are still beautiful enough to flaunt.

Meanwhile I haven't eaten in days,
i've only had some water.
Still, I puke all that liquid up,
so tell me why all of the fat and skin stays.
I go to the gym then get home and feel bothered,
I want to drown myself in the tub.