all her life it felt like
she wasn't enough.
her waist wasn't small
enough, she still had baby fat.
she just wasn't perfect.
she got teased and
picked on, even bullied
in later years.
when she was thirteen
she made herself 'perfect'.
she stopped eating, her
small stomach got even
smaller.
she was perfect.
complements rained in
from all directions.
so she continued.
but then perfection
turned disgusting.
people stared, grossed
out by what she had done.
but what is she supposed
to do, when perfection
doesn't exist?
(A/N: please don't hurt yourselves because of what everyone else thinks. There is no such thing as perfect but you are as close as it gets. Stay strong my little lovelies and don't be afraid to be yourself 🌷)
