She’s perfectly perfect
Skinny enough
But she doesn’t see
that reflection in the mirror.
Everything wrong.
The feeling of imperfection
ever lasting.
Starvation forces numbers down
stepping on scales twice every hour.
Loved ones worry, they question.
Responses reassuring.
Hindering thoughts as she eats,
but throws up late into the night.
Friends help with help unwanted.
She’s in denial.
Finally small enough,
like that girl on the cover.
Pretty, plastic, fake.