The world is like a battlefield,
And we’re bombarded.
From images of perfect girls,
We are not guarded.
‘She’s prettier, she’s skinnier,
Why is this not you?
Your eyes are wrong, your lips too small,
And you’re too fat too.’
You stare at your own reflection,
Picking out what’s wrong.
You see all your imperfections,
While you stare too long.
Your thighs are big, your face too round,
Your feet are quite weird.
So many things you hadn’t seen,
And now they appeared.
Your parents insist you’re pretty,
And say it’s a lie.
But when you look in the mirror,
All you do is cry.
You stop eating, you start running,
To get fit you say.
Your real aim is to lose weight,
And not a healthy way.
You cannot see the real you,
Pictures distorted.
Your parents see the real you,
Not the contorted.
Your brain has changed what you see,
Because it’s messed up.
And now you see the wrong image,
So you don’t eat up.
