Bones hidden behind piles of her fat. She can never forget them, always reminding her that she is failing. Failing at being skinny. Failing at being pretty. Failing at being perfect.
She needs to be perfect.
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Perfect
PoetryShe has to be perfect, she has to be. she has to. Maybe then, he'll love her. Skinny is pretty, pretty is perfect, pretty girls ...
