Tuesday, October 24
i'm so sad.
all day everyday,
i see pictures of stick thin
insects.
insects with like, long flowing wavy hair,
and i'm not one.
i know i will never be one.
i hate it.
i hate it that i'm not thin,
i hate it that i can't be.
don't say, oh audrey, you're not fat.
maybe i should change that phrase to
i'm not perfect.
i want to be.
stick thin with long wavy hair.
long manicured nails and huge eyes.
perfect size B breasts and a flat tummy.
thin ankles and slim, never ending legs.
i hate the way i look.
i'll never get the legs, the eyes,
that i can't change.
but could you at least let me have a shot at being thin?
i don't want to be shadowed my this insecurity any more.
please, just let me.
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