jutting collar bones and hips,
empty stomachs, hungry lips,
walking skeletons that breathe,
hearing voices they believe,
living their lives for impossible goals,
with nothing to eat,
they feast away at their souls.
laxatives, diet pills, self-induced vomitation,
rib cages, concave stomachs,
and self-mutilation,
as sick and crazy as can be;
That's what beauty is to me.