Little girl ten years old looking at a magazine; she points to the girl with the long perfect hair, her makeup perfect, so skinny you can see bone, she realizes that's who she wants to be.
Little girl thirteen now, had a chance to be a model, she starved herself, she wasn't well, then they broke her heart.
"You're not pretty enough. You're not skinny enough. You will never be enough" they said she went home that day pulled out a blade and cut her dreams away.
Little girl, not so little now. Sixteen years old with scars on her wrists, starved herself still, said "I've got one more shot at this" she hasn't eaten a solid meal since she was thirteen. Sticks and stones will break you're bones but words leave scars on your heart.
She went in again, they looked her up and down. "Still not pretty, or skinny enough" those words broke what was left of her. She ran out crying, she knew she was dying from starving her fears away.
She went home, ran to her room, mascara running down her cheeks. She pulled out a pen and piece of paper, she wrote her last goodbyes. One for her parents, one for her older brother, one for her best friend, one for her boyfriend and a few others.
She went out to the yard and looked down at her scars, and remembered the words that broke her heart.
She pulled out the rope, tied a loop at the end, put it on the tree and slipped her head through. She jumped down, remembering all her past, she hung there till morning until her brother found her.
There's no denying. Society killed another teen. She was beautiful, not the beautiful they were looking for. She starved herself everyday, so she pass their test. Of course she failed to be perfect. Society killed another teen.
