Audrey thought nothing was wrong.
she had been bulimic for just so long.
she always worried about her weight,
and completely ignored her self hate.

She never saw what others would see.
they’d compliment her, and she’d disagree.
She threw up until she could count ribs,
and to get away with it she’d tell fibs.

“I just don’t feel too well tonight,
I’m sure by tomorrow i’ll be all right.”
She kept throwing up to achieve perfection.
she saw nothing beautiful in her reflection.

and so she threw up day by day
until in her cold grave she lay
just a little over six feet under
all due to the media’s blunder.