Looking good in an outfit
No need to feel insecure
For the first time I feel good
I don’t feel shame or bad
I do not shed a tear or two
For the first time when I look into the mirror
I can smile brighter and don’t hate my body
But it was a hassle for me
To finally feel the beauty

Starve Starve
Beauty comes with a price
Starve Starve
I’m used to the pain now
Is this the right way to lose weight?
Why don’t I feel too healthy?
Yes I look pretty now,
But was the pain really worth it?

I don’t know which I prefer more
Tears of shame and disgust or
Crying out of pain for
Dealing with hunger for all of twenty-four
I don’t know which ones better
To feel bad about myself in a dress
Or be happy that they finally fit
Though the pain keeps hunting me
Is this the right way to do this
Should I keep on starving?
Should I face the consequences of
Hurting myself for a second of
Feeling beautiful once in my life?

What if I take a tiny bite
Would I regret it at all?
What if I promise to rush
And throw up after the cake bite?
Would that be fine?
Or what if I accept the terms,
And deal with the constant pain
Can I have a little chocolate
Or will the pain get even worse?
But what if at the end of the day
I get the result I was hoping for?
Would it all matter if
After pain I get a reward?
Is this how it supposed to be—
Pain and pain until glory
Is this safe or healthy?
But would it matter if I’m happy
With how I look in a dress at the party?

I don’t know if it’s fine
Or if it’s gonna cost
Even more damage not just to my body but
Impacts also on my mind
But as long as I remember
My brain keeps on yelling
Starve Starve
Beauty comes with a price
Starve Starve
Until you are fully satisfied