Too Much Me
I'm 17 years old. My body is an oversized waste land. In a world like this, thin is my only happiness. I look in the mirror and despise who stares back at me. I try on clothes and weep at the fit, and the size. I lay in bed and dream of a life with thighs that don't touch, and a stomach as flat as a country road. So I'm giving up a full feeling for a beautiful and glorious emptiness that leads to much less of me to look at. I'm jumping off.