Am I Pretty Now?
Now I have hidden,
Hidden behind a mask so fine, I have hidden
In fear of judgement and ridicule.
Am I pretty now?
Now that I have starved myself, my
Ribs are shown,
My hips poke through my delicate skin
But all I see is fat and frightening features
Am I pretty now?
Am I pretty now that I have changed?
Am I pretty now after everything unique
Has vanished? A drone in my place
A drone of submission, and of obedience.
Am I to your liking now that I am frail and thin?
Am I fair now to see, am I acceptable to be?
Am I pretty now?
Am I pretty?