When will my body ever be good enough?
When I have to be treated for a sickness that is caused by the ridicule by society?
When I work to the point of exhaustion?
When my priority becomes wokring on a thigh gap rather than college?
When my ribs are an obvious collection bones?
Because society says I am fat.
So I must be, right?
Because the look in your eyes as you undress me goes from desire to disgust.
Because I am not the girl on the cover of Cosmo.
When will I ever be good enough?