Thinspiration

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I keep my paintbrush with me,
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up,
So the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show me to you,
Afraid of what you'll do,
That you might laugh or say mean things,
I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all of my paint coats,
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.

Now my coats are all stripped off,
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You're my friend pure as gold.

I need to keep my paintbrush with me,
And hold it in my hand.
I want to keep it handy,
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true.
But I need to keep my paintbrush with me,
Until I love me too.

Dear Ana

Dear Ana,
How are you doing? How have you been?
It's been a while since I let you in.
I'm sorry I ignored you, I shut you out,
but you were right, I can't live without
you.
Will you forgive me and take me back into your arms?
Teach me to be just like you, all perfection and charms.
Tell me your secrets, show me your tricks;
how do you keep food from passing between those lovely lips?
Ana, I've missed you, it's so good to have you home.
Stay with me, I promise this time I won't go.
This time I'll be strong, I'll be beautiful like you.
This time I won't get scared, I want to be pretty, too.

Ana, I promise, I won't disappoint.
I'll be the strongest of them all.
Ana, I'm ready, I've come to that point.
I'm ready to take that step, I'm not afraid to fall.

Autumn breezes are sneaking in with the summer wind.
It's almost time for the world to get cold again.
Darkness is coming, lingering longer each day.
It's time to let it take me away.
Ana, I'm flying on your wings,
listening to your every whisper, always perfecting
me.
It feels so good to have you back,
like being found after wandering in black.
You tell me what to do, tell me what to say;
on the road to perfection, you show me the way.

Ana, I promise, I won't disappoint.
I'll be the strongest of them all.
Ana, I'm ready, I've reached that point
where down is up and the only fall
is into the sky
where wings of bone will make me fly.
Over firey trees, light like a bird;
I'll be clean and perfect, with not a speck of dirt
to stain my porcelain skin.
No, I'll be beautiful outside and in.

Ana, I promise, I won't disappoint.
I'll be the strongest of them all.
Ana, I'm ready, I've reached that point.
I'm not scared, I'm ready to fall.

She’s smiling but dying and you don’t know why
living and fearing to grow out of proportion
to the ideal that’s set in her eyes

She’d live, but that’d kill her
to see such a sight in the mirror such as
the horrors that, that road would unfold

She’ll pleasantly kill herself quietly
knowing that each time she says no she is stronger
and that smaller will always be better

She’s oh so protective of secrets she keeps
and drapes them about her fine self
she’d eat them right up if only they weren’t so substantial

And while you were watching she’s withered away
into a prize of unmistakable beauty
for the thinnest and frailest are the ones that we treasure and the ones we aspire to be


So keep that in mind when the one in the mirror is the one that you fear
You must only pay with the life you weren’t living
to be a thing of unmistakable beauty