I look in the mirror
A cloudy haze over my eyes
Friends say I have no need to worry
Worry about my appearance
Worry about my weight
But how do they not see?
Or maybe they see.
They’re just lying.
It doesn’t work
I’m fat.
I weigh too much
Way. Too. Much.
Even my face looks fat.
I’ll fix this though.
I’ll starve myself until I’m skinny,
And I’ll hide my face.
Beauty is pain, right?