Mirror mirror on the wall who's the skinniest of them all?
Not you
You see lose
1 pound
2 pound
And now 3
Your shoulder blades weren't wings to fly to freedom and your ribs weren't ladders to your struggling heart
You are not allowed to tell sad girl they are perfect if you have never seen the wounds that litter their bones and Represent each battle lost in a war with themselves
And still those dreaded souls will say
"Still not skinny enough"
I know my waist isn't small enough my legs are too big my hair is a mess my mind is a wreck I'm covered in scars and open wounds I'm just sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be
