...Please Ana Make Me Skinny And Pure... TW

eat too much to die

And not enough to stay alive

I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed, cheeks sunken and despaired

So gorgeous sunk to six stone, lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear, a week later all my flesh disappear

Stretching taut, cling film on bone, I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight

Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake

Problem is diet's not a big enough word

I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I, I, I, I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I, I, I, I wanna walk in the snow

And not soil it's purity

Stomach collapsed at five, lift up my skirt, my sex is gone

Naked and lovely and 5ft 2, may I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine

My hands are trembling stalks and I can feel my breasts are sinking

Mother tries to choke me with roast beef

And sits savoring her sole Ryvitta

"That's the way you're built?, my father said

But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I, I, I, I, I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I, I, I, I, I want to walk in the snow

And not soil it's purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat

All things I like looking at

Too weak to fuss, too weak to die

Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy

Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires

Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy

And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

Self worth scatters, self esteems a bore

I long since moved to a higher plateau

This discipline's so rare, so please applaud

Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeah, 4st 7, an epilogue of youth

Such beautiful dignity in self abuse

I've finally come to understand life