What is beauty?
It’s just another label.
No longer a description,
But, rather.. a definition.
Girls everywhere are starving
To be thin.
Because, ladies, let’s face it:
Thin.
Is.
In.
“Anorexia- Sell your soul for something more! ”
“Bulimia- Because it’s never quite good enough.”
Body.
Body.
Body.
Go on and label me.
I know you’d do it anyway.
Make me your trophy.
Make me your jewel.
Am I good enough yet?
Five pounds… Gone.
Ten pounds…
Twenty…
Thirty…
Dust…
Ashes…
Separated from this
Body.
Body.
Body.
To ANA....
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-free-verse/
