My hair falls out in clumps and when I brush through the knots, I almost come unraveled;...
Heroin chic, or could be cocaine
As much as she eats
No weight will she gain
Legs...
She stands before the mirror fingers crossed, eyes glued on the scale It counts the pounds,...
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Laughter in odd places Reflecting all the old traces Of pathology. In the life I lead...
Nobody knows how she feels, with the constant feeling of self hatred, she misses all those meals....
Thin They told me bones weren't covered by enough fat. That my body was too sharp for their...
A figure emerges up ahead as I'm absorbed in my own thought- just skin over bones on...