Pro by Alice Minguez from Wisconsin United States

You welcome madness
In hope of happiness
Though your head spins ‘round like a twisty, topsy, turvy chandelier
A midnight run’s the closest thing you’ve had to fun
Since you traded Instagram for Tumblr
Started writing numbers in your diary
Like some kind of nutritional accountant

It’s a ; you admit it
It makes you crave to the grave
But you also insist this:
It’ll all be better when you’re thin

Fitspo turns to thinspo
And thinspo becomes bonespo
And maybe next week you’ll be searchin’ for deathspo

It’ll all be better when you’re thin
Nothing matters but what shows up on the scale

In this world
Success comes with a price
Control requires sacrifice
Life is death
And death is pretty
Empty’s purity
Worth comes from suffering
First prize is the coroner
It’ll all be better when you’re thin
Nothing matters but what shows up on the scale

Perfectionism like what the
Daddy issues like outta luck
Insecurities hidden under t-shirts
While something like depression’s got you perfecting that thousand-calorie stare

One minute too fat for toothpaste
Next minute jeans shopping in the kids’ section
Purple fingers already halfway to the morgue

Lies told and tears wept
A cold deeper than bone deep
A shame as big as the secrets you keep
(Don’t worry; it’ll all be better when you’re thin)

Gotta keep going
‘Til your insides are numb
And unfeeling as your frozen toes

Being weak and tired
Doesn’t weaken your desire
Envy of the skinny
Keeps you slimming your waist
‘Til you’re wasted

It’ll all be better when you’re thin
Nothing matters but what shows up on the scale

In this world
Success comes with a price
Control requires sacrifice
Life is death
And death is pretty
Empty’s purity
Worth comes from suffering
First prize is the coroner
It’ll all be better when you’re thin
Nothing matters but what shows up on the scale