They tell us we’re beautiful

Since the second we come out the womb

But why do we despise the distorted image staring

Back

 

They told us thinner is better

Since the second they shoved that Big Mac down

Our starved, unattended throats

So why do we feed their hypocritical advertisements but

Fail to feed ourselves

 

They tell us beauty comes from within

But since you are what you eat and what you eat is

Inside you,

Doesn’t that mean you’re a greasy, abused cow?

And now they can’t stand to even look at you

What you’ve grown into once they’ve weaned you off their

Breast milk made of lies and disappointment

 

I mean hell, you were only doing what they told you

But now you’ve grown and you’ve plotted this whole

Thing out. You’ve got it all set.

They can only control what you intake.

And you said it yourself.

 

I’m not even hungry.

 

You didn’t lie.

You’re starving.

 

Starving to be accepted.

Starving to look good when your disguise is ripped off.

Starving to look in the mirror and see what all those liars told you.

Starving to see yourself the way your dad sees you

So that you know why he’s so damn protective.

Starving for change.

Starving for growth - not in your waist or thighs, but in your heart.

Starving for love.

Starving to understand that God is an artist and you?

Well you’re his sculpture.

Starving to know that your heart grows with size

And big hearts get broken and tiny hearts break

Themselves so you’re learning how to keep yourself whole.

You’re starving to finally realize that you are not

What they made you

And you did this to yourself.