Thinner

Day one begins, she’s feeling shy
Empty stomach and she’s flying high
Day two starts, the pain arrives
The words she hears they cut like knives
Time goes by and she’s getting thin
Opening her lips is the greatest sin
Wanting beauty, wanting bones
She turns her back on all she owns.

Day eighty one, and her hands start to shake
Skin stretches tight; there’s no fat left to take
And still she diets, never content
In her mind, all the hate mail they sent
The disease in her mind eats away
And her mother cries, daring to pray
On the last day, she’s too weak to stand
And I say goodbye, kissing her hand.