Starving for Attention

Why is it easier for others to be beautiful?
I mean jumped out the bed beautiful.

No makeup beautiful.
Sweat pants, hair tied beautiful.

I looked great today, everyone said I was gorgeous.
But I was hungry.

I sipped on some ginger ale; I wasn’t strong enough to hold everything down.
So things just came up, as if naturally.

But I feel so great afterwards, I looked amazing.
Everyone thinks I should be a model by now.
Everyone asks for my secret to looking good.
Everyone loved me finally. I felt needed.

No matter how hungry or sick I get I know everyone else love me and the way I look.
It’s my body, but it was for the world to see.

It wasn’t about me or my health.
It’s not my fault I have to look a certain way.
But the price I pay later on is worth the attention today.

I'm dying for the attention.