Not too SkinnyA Poem by Anne HillSkinny little thing I watch as she holds her own I wish to look down and see ribs like hers I wish to wrap my hands around my thighs I wish I was drowning in size x-small I look at her stomach so tight and flat I stare at her cheek bones jutting through her skin I want to be like her So perfect, so lovely
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