Sometimes
I feel like I'm not good enough
For Ana
I'm no fool, I can see I have problems
But are they severe?
I see all these perfect girls, walking bones
And they speak
The same deadly thoughts I do
But I'm far from a skeleton
I'm fat
So what am I doing wrong? Am I faking?
My best friend she's bones, but sees fat
The difference with me,
Is that I'm fat and I see the fat
How could I not?
I have no distortion in my eyes
Some days
I even think I look pretty
But a true victim of Ana wouldn't think that
I'm a failure
A fat,
Starving
Failure
(E.B)
