thinspiration

I want hip bones like pages
from a pop-up book.

I want ribs that you can hook
your pretty little hands under.

I want sugarstick fingers
and shadowed clavicles meant for kisses.

"I want all of this"
I whisper.
and you don't stop be because you'd love
to see me a few pounds thinner.




oh, baby, why do I do this to myself?


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