A poem for death

Everything looks good on skinny

10 years old
Fatty meals and chubby thighs
Runway models with bones well defined
Saying no to a burger and chips
After all a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips

12 years old
Balanced mails and pinching thighs
Brainwashed friends with pro Ana
And wanting to be hurl
After all boys don't let fat girls

14 years old
Skipping meals and thinner thighs
Five mile runs for one cube of cheese
Counting calories not wanting meals
After all nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels

16 years old
No meals and gap in thighs
Arms like matchsticks poking out ribs
Size two dress and body so mini
After all everything looks good on skinny