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?