Collar bones protruding
Thigh gap between her legs
All the happy thoughts excluded
She’s got a war in her head

She sees the fat on her body 
It makes her want to puke
She knows she matters to nobody
As long as this is how she looks

Now she’s stopped eating
Knowing food will make her fat
Her old self she’s not keeping
So she’ll starve herself to get that

Her arms are down to bones
And her tummy’s concave 
She’s got the best hipbones
The things she so craved