Forget Me

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A distorted view of an unsightly body,

running my hands over my skin,

and feeling every curve.

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My heart whimpers in pain,

fighting thoughts of disgust

and lies I have no worth,

and that food is my only friend.

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A vicious cycle of materialism,

hounded by all I see,

of anorexic models

at a size I could never be.

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When will I see my beauty

the body God created,

and forget the world's hideous fairytale

of what a woman should be.