Prison of beauty

Why? Why do you look at me like that? I am a normal girl, with feelings and such. Yet you send me to a clinic, because I refuse to consume the garbage you feed yourself. All I want is to be thin, to be that beautiful girl on Cosmo magazine. Without food, I feel confident in myself, I feel closer to my goal.. my goal of perfection. To be beautiful, to be thin, to make others jealous, to find a true love. Sounds normal to me, so why am I here in this prison? Forced to eat every meal, when there is someone out there, who needs it more than I do.

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