When ribs and collarbones press through skin on an animals frame
We are enraged and point fingers finding who to blame
But when a woman walks by with the same
We then make her look our aim
I hate when you say there are things you'll never taste
When it leads to another inch lost on your waist
Because when you starve your outer self
You're inner voice cannot be heard calling for help
Beauty is not about the space you fill
But the light you share through your will
You cannot see your own reflection
You look at yourself with such rejection
Not matter how many times I say
I miss my friend when she wasn't this way
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