Pain is beauty

Looking down at supper tonight, her hunger goes away
{Gotta fit into those size 3 jeans], she's thinking
With not one ounce of fat left on her body she continues to waste away
Thin is never thin enough
She's gotta be beautiful
Beautiful enough for him
Though her bones protrude from her body all over her, like some deadly disease
In the mirror she only see's the fat
The fat that won't disappear
The fat that keeps her from fitting in like them
That fat that scares her friends away
[Hah, what friends? I never had friends.}
Her mother's eyes studying her closely
Conscience is a dreadful thing
Mixing the food around on her plate
She pretends to be fine
When even she knows, she isn't

A contest entry