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I watched the HBO Special "Thin" and wrote this one. It's in a similar thought process as "It's Only Fashion SMKM". It's more so a very long commentary/rant written in a poetic style.

She doesn't know what happiness is
She can't understand how that feels
All she knows is what they have washed into her head

You're not pretty, you're not good
Take it down and throw it out
The smaller view is what it's about
Spend the dollars and waste the pounds
Fit into the iron maiden mold

You shall bleed out all you take in
And be reborn of my evil, of my misguided example
All so you can look like the mannequins
Or the Photoshop models
To fit into something that should never matter

When we gather to eat at the table
We all eat and enjoy
But she's thinking with their demonic logic
Life is constantly flushed away
For a happiness that will never come

Addiction is what it is
A lowering, an offering of self esteem
To a false idol in exchange for a false complacent feeling
We don't seem to understand it or try to save them
We go on and forward like demonic puppets
With a simple yet damaging message
This is everything, thin is every thing
Who cares what truth is behind it

How can we truly say these things to our daughter’s
We are so concerned how we treat the rest of the world
We pick fields for delicate and careful words
Yet to our sisters we never think once about the sharp edges
That some statements can have by the nature of the human beast
Shouldn't we tell our friends of lifestyle over image
But I guess we will really care for our mothers
Because they will be gone before they can be crowned as such
If we don't learn from the mistakes of our present

How can we make fun without responsibility
We see them get worse picture by picture
Even the glitter and lights fail to blind us
To the plight of the fading mass of the stars
And the increasing profit of the image makers
Cutting overhead from the fabric of their red carpet costumes
It's as noble as the cutting coke dealer
Who sits back in their own world
While their hand causes others to fold and leave the table of life
I guess I can see the humor as they both want it all in a straight line
Curves in anything seem to take away from their limited talent
They are only effective as their thinly veiled illusions
I guess their punch line is there will always be more

Why can't you rise today I ask my friends
Why are your thoughts covered in dark clouds
And a smile such a forgotten thing
I would desperately like to help, I have tried
Sister please understand you are fine as you are
Your possessed mind has betrayed your eyes
They can no longer see anything right in this world
Daughter I say you must fight this, your are fading to soon
Skin and bones are soon to be all that is left
Your body will follow and fail as your mind has
Please do not go down that morbid road
I am too weak to have to see you feed the trees
Before you have even had a chance to gather your rosebuds
And live life free of the pull of this sick obsession

I say these things every day in my mind
I say these things as I look back on all I have lost
I say them at your final resting place
I say them every time I see someone as lost as you once were
I say them at another wake and funeral
Too soon these souls were sent to the great beyond
We have failed them, I have failed them, and so have you
But have we learned from their loss

I am no fool; I see the specials and magazines
We go on with heads in the sand
So I guess I shall say these things to myself until I am done in
By madness or perhaps the end of my destined days
In the back of my mind will always linger a memory
Of where we failed, and lost so many loves
All because of a misguided ideal

Author's Note

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