“They told her she wasn't pretty. She knew they were right. The desire to be skinny took over her at night. She wanted more than anything to be just like the rest and started skipping meals filled with her own distress. She was lead to another predicament which some call self harm. Found a few old razor blades and painted her forearm. Didn't know where to go was endured for quite awhile until the day finally came she wiped off her fake smile. They found her in the bathtub, the room tinted with red. The ddesire to be skinny. Skinny girls end up dead.”
