the girl licks her lips and tosses a strand of her hair over one, bony shoulder.
her vibrant green eyes lock onto the camera
and she throws on a seductive mask.
the fans start. her hair whips out behind her.
the camera shutters.
her heart pounds in her bird like chest.
her face feels too.. too made up.
too much.
there was just too much going on..
"beautiful!"
"yes!"
"just like that!"
why are they saying this is beautiful?
this isn't beautiful.
why can't they see the tortured girl beneath all the make up and expensive clothing?
that night the girl overeats.
she eats anything she can get her hands on.
her bank account has a dent in it.
she was so hungry.
she couldn't get enough.
grease.
sugars.
later. she finds herself hanging over the edge of the toilet bowl.
her reflection looks back at her.
sunken, tired eyes. she was still so hungry. she just couldn't get enough.
she didn't recognize the girl.
that girl looked miserable.
her skinny fingers are down her throat and her body is shaking from the force of her projecting her food outwards.
her stomach felt empty.
it would always feel like this.
she will never be skinny enough.
pretty enough.
she will never be enough.
