You learn to conform to society norm , even through your own storm .

A painful reality , beauty turns into dismay as every curve is placed on display .

Don’t you see my condition , the lack of ambition , the struggle with my nutrition ?

Your losing weight isn’t that great .

How I love their humor !

The way they shove the rumours as they wait for it to consume her .

Don’t you see the layers of expectations the silent whishes to get slimmer as my light turns dimmer .

Drowning in a pit or sorrows in hopes of a better tommrow .