On beauty

She's living, and that alone is a miracle.
She's safe, but she doesn't dare believe it.
The mirror,
the scale,
her clothes,
"They lie," she whispers.
"I can't be."
Romanticized, these disorders.
Slimmer, better, beautiful!
Oh, beautiful.
Bleed out,
throw up,
go to bed hungry!
So simple!
"It's worth it."

The End

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