Mind Suicide
dnim
I’ve always wanted to be a model and have people stare at me and compliment my thin face and my hipbones—how hollow my cheeks look. Models are gorgeous and even though everyone denies it, they want to look like models and be like models. They say that models are a bad influence—they’re all anorexic and bulimic. But that’s not why they hate them.
Models are pretty and thin and beautiful. Models are what everyone strives to be. I wish I could be a model.
Three more pounds
Five more pounds
No, eight more pounds
No, never mind, fifteen pounds and I’ll be happy.
I want my pants to fall of my hips and my clavicles to pierce through my skin. I want it to be sharp as a knife and thin like needles.
That’s all I want and it’s all I need.
I want to be beautiful. It’s the only way. I promise.
Models are pretty and thin and beautiful. Models are what everyone strives to be. I wish I could be a model.
Three more pounds
Five more pounds
No, eight more pounds
No, never mind, fifteen pounds and I’ll be happy.
I want my pants to fall of my hips and my clavicles to pierce through my skin. I want it to be sharp as a knife and thin like needles.
That’s all I want and it’s all I need.
I want to be beautiful. It’s the only way. I promise.