I grew up caring about what people think of me
What I am and who I should be
Bounded by chains and left all alone
To fight these battles on my own
Looking up to the models in magazines
What society defines as beauty
Girls starving themselves hoping it would make them and others happy
When really all it does is kill them slowly
The girl who wears long sleeves paints pretty pictures indeed
But these pictures are only completed when she bleeds
Suicidal notes being left behind
Because they couldn't deal with the pain eating them alive
Hey...This is the first chapter to my book and I really do hope you like it.Let me know if you think I should write more....Thanks☺
