Cheekbones, collarbones, hipbones
Are the sex, didn’t you know?
Skinny and thin is how it goes
When your self-esteem is running low
Binging, purging, weighing
A part of your average day
Your soul and body are dying
Decaying slowly as they say
Hunger, lies and cold baths
Moving towards perfection
Go ahead and do the math
It spreads like an infection
Thinspiration, elevation, meditation
Hurting yourself on the way
Reaching the final destination
Your health you’re throwing away
Everything you are and do is wrong
Technically there is a cure
But hope is long gone
Now you’ve got
Your new friends
Ana and Mia
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