Trigger Warning: ED!
You're inside a magazine I bought at a store across the street, I bet many girls know you well. Picture-perfect skin of yours, while you wear designer clothes. You're doing well, they can tell. Your smile says everything. I say it's selfish to think you aren't really content, because what's better than being a skinny little bitch in a teenage magazine?
Yet I wonder, do you pinch at your skin? Do you scrub til your skin's clean every time that you see another comment on your so-called cherries? Are you content being an example of beauty while cigarettes stain your lungs and your skin is more yellow than lemon tea? Do you and the treadmill talk away the moonlight til it's 7:16 in the morning and you still don't want to sleep?
The letters posted across your page say 'Effortless beauty with our latest products!' but are we sure you aren't squeezing into your skin-tight clothes? Is it really such an easy regime? Are we sure you aren't exactly the same, trying to ignore your toils like they're the reason you're on a pedestal of pretty? You're already gorgeous, but society only believes in pills to get skinny.
Promote it, go on! Let's see you keep back the tears of ruining your life as well as a billion others. You're wearing an expensive co-ord and putting products on your skin to become America's next big thing, but you know that losing your identity is worse than chubby limbs? Putting on Chanel and only eating a total of 100 calories won't stop the public's constant needs.
Crop tops digging into your chest, delicate chains on your neck, and small miniskirts do you best. Men on the streets are looking, and it's like they can see you naked. Analysis of your body, all over the internet. Girls on the streets are begging to look like you, perniciously claiming your pain. Shame, shame, shame. I guess everyone wants a piece of you, Miss Teenage Penelope Rage.
© Sincerely, ♡ - May 2023
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