To Be Beautiful

I want hollow cheeks and protruding collar bones

I want ribs that I can count with ease and a stomach that curves inward like an empty bowl

I want hip bones that look like they could slice through stone and thighs that I can wrap a single hand around

I want delicate wrists and tiny arms that are thinner than my ugly, knobby elbows

I want shoulder blades that poke out like wings and vertebrae that look like little, up-turned knives lodged in my back

I want to be thin,

I want to be beautiful