She would rather die a skeleton than live with a pinching blankets of flesh rolling underneath her skin like low beach waves turning into shores on her stomach.
She was told that her body was a temple, that it was precious. But for her, it was the farthest thing from sacred. It was some kind of shack that must be struck down and rebuilt. It was inhospitable, bitter and unwelcoming.
She sees anxiety and disenchantment in every word they say. And every time she gazed in the mirror, she catches a sight of a girl that's terrified to speak.
She sees myriad untold waterworks and that in every wrong mistake that she made turned dead end, she whimpers.
She's not your pretty, thin girl with anorexia. Her heavy heart is beautifully masked with a perfect frame, painted smile on her face, to cover up the scars that still remain.
However, she's the girl who wants to be happy and free and be loved by all.
Fill life with all and everything that she could be proud of the women she is to be.
Fill life with all and everything that she could be --- a masterpiece.
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