Skinny legs, bigger breast is all they want to see. Tiny wast and thinner arms the opposite of me. The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in, an utter suffocation.. Tha doesnt seem to end. Soceity is telling me beautiful is thin, and if I choose to starve myslef perfection's what I win. Shoving something down my throat will get me what I want. Bring me closer to that goal, of a body I can flaunt. Society is telling us beauty is a prize, measured the size of your breast in weight and clothing size. but letme tell you here and now, no good will coe from that; it seems okay at first, but soon becomes a trap. A disease that clouds the mind and belives what is untrue. belives your never good enough n matter what you do. There is one beauty tha I know. It's the greatest prize of all. It's learing o accept yourself; imprfecions, flaws an all. Th beauty that really matters lies in our heart, our soul, our core. Because when you love what's inside. You love what's outside even more.