Pandemonium

emaciation

She stands before the middle-aged man,
Her youthful face lively and alight with hope.
She'll be a model if she believes she can,
At least that's she thinks as failure is a nope.

The man looks her up and down with bulging eyes
He grins like a shark and goes on to say
Something awful, destroying her naive smiles
"You're pretty, sure, but you need to lose some weight."

Saltwater threatens to spill,
From those blue eyes but she smiles,
And nods while she devises a way to kill,
The excess fat to win these trials.

Is food necessary to stay alive?
She's not quite sure, but she'll soon find out,
On her mission to turn her imaginary circle into a line,
But no matter how little she eats, she still feels stout.

So she starves, desperate to be perfect,
And slowly but surely begins to die.
Her body's needs she neglects,
And still, even now, she is dissatisfied.

Her stomach rumbles and groans again,
Her eyes are faded and her face thin.
Her tormented body is racked with pain,
Where there was muscle, now there is only skin.

She must be beautiful and slim,
But now she only looks like a bag of bones,
Like a shadow, no longer youthful, only grim.
Her beauty, in her need to please, is something she no longer owns.

She returns to the man in her dying state,
But once again, she sees his terrifying grin,
And her confidence begins to deflate.
He shakes his head and says,

"Too thin."