Emaciated Beauty

Pale skin and bare bones 
A true image of beauty 
Sunken face and thin wrists 
A work of art before me 
Hunger pains and dizzyness 
Replace the void inside me 
Strip the fat and leave the bones 
Reveal my inner beauty 
Clarity of body and soul 
Without the pain of food 
Nourishment becomes enemy 
The scale controls my mood 
To eat's a sign of weakness 
Restricting makes me whole 
Emaciated beauty 
Is the lining of my soul

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