Beauty From Pain

Every morning
she looks in the mirror
and then at the scale.
What she sees is horrific
the dead soul beneath the skin and bones.

Everyday
she sucks in her stomach.
Even though she's now eighteen,
and at a total of 90 pounds
everyone else is thinner.

Every night
she's spewing vomit
chugging water
and not eating for weeks
because it's set in her mind, five more pounds can't hurt

Constantly
she misses her color. green eyes. tan skin.
And the beauty of her life
but now all grace is lost,
when she's lifelessly bent over the toilet