Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.

The Society Monster

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Thin body, you could see her spine. Every bone showed through her pale scarred skin, dark red lipstick smeared her lips. She had cried recently, as her running eyeliner mascara made obvious. Skimpy clothing covered what little she had to begin with. She had starved herself, cut herself, hated herself. She grew her hair, gotten manicures, shaved, slapped on her makeup.
Day after day,
hearing herself say " I'm not pretty enough". The people around her showed no signs of life, not caring the slightest about her. Her mind couldn't sleep. She was so hungry, but couldn't keep anything down. Most times she decided she shouldn't eat anyways. She couldn't smile, happiness wasn't something that existed to her. She couldn't sit calmly, there's no such thing. Her mental health bothered no one but her, no one seemed to notice. No one noticed the blood, the bruises, the scars, and the dried tear stains. No one realized how hard she tried to be perfect, when she was only destroying herself. Society silently told her she was imperfect, and imperfect wasn't good enough. She had to fit those jeans just to fit those standards. She was told she was ugly without makeup. She was told she was ugly with too much makeup. She was told she was too fat. She was told she was too skinny. People joked about her appearance all the time, without realizing she took their words to heart. So she sits. No energy to move, no energy to cry, to tired to sleep, too broken to be helped. Society is the monster that destroyed her.