Sunken cheeks are brushed pale white and skin of the same
pigment lies across bones, no cushion in between.
Look how sickly those hip bones stick out.

You think you've found beauty in a ribcage that could be played
like a xylophone, and you're digging for acceptance
as you stick your finger down your throat.

But I saw someone beautiful before you became a
walking eating disorder, my darling.