Why do you try to be thin?

Why do you refuse to eat?

Why do you make yourself sick?

Do you know what you've done?

Somewhere there is a little girl,

One who looks up to you.

You are forming her future,

Leading her to follow your path.

I was that little girl once,

6 years old.

I watched you starve yourself,

I saw your vertebrae and ribs.

You seem to forget over the years,

And when you see it you fuss.

But you don't realize one thing:

You pressured me to be thin.