I Can be Skinny

I can’t be beautiful
Can’t even be pretty
But at least I know
That I can be skinny

I look in the mirror
What is that thing?
It’s staring right at me
It’s calling my name
It’s oh so ugly

Who is that girl?
Can she be me?
Or is this just a dream
So stupid and fucked up, it’s no wonder she’s insane

I reach out to touch her
Retract hastily,
Because she is such a monster
And as the tears begin to stream I look at my feet
Three tiny little numbers I don’t want to see

Because they’re higher last time
I’ll work harder this time
I have to get to my goal, before I lose control of my life

Because I can’t be beautiful
And I can’t be pretty
But at least I know, that I can be skinny

And this world will always throw the shit in my face
But at least I know something,
I can win this race

Monday: 100
Tuesday: 50
Wednesday: nothing
Thursday: 80
Friday’s starvation until I reach the goal
I’ll purge, and cut, and starve myself
Who cares if I bleed?
If my vision starts to blur
And my muscles grow too weak

Because I’ll never be beautiful
I’ll never be pretty
But at least I fucking know,
I can be skinny