starvingmariana:
But I’ll be skinny
They tell me “your breath will smell”
I say “But I’ll be skinny”
They tell me “you may pass out”
I say “but I’ll be skinny”
They tell me “you’ll lose your hair”
I say “But I’ll be skinny”
They tell me “ your skin will bruise, your stomach will roar, people will worry, you’ll never be warm, your bones will ache, you’ll be weak, and you won’t stop hating your body”
I say “But I’ll be skinny “
They tell me “You could die”
I still say… “But I’ll be skinny and that’s enough for me”