I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin.
Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin.
They say that beauty is only skin deep
But I've lost count of how many times I've cried myself to sleep
I have absolutely no self-esteem
I guess I'll have that flawless body in my dreams
I just gotta keep in mind that every cloud has its silver lining
I just gotta remind that there's always going to be a hater who's trying to stop you from shining
I'm not satisfied with my reflection
I'm just too into perfection
And too scared of rejection.
~ Maddie T. M.

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