Weightless

I feel it all the way down in my stomach,
That feeling that I’ve missed.
They all told me to stop what I was doing,
But I couldn’t, I insist.

It’s a happy feeling to me,
It lets me know that I’m doing this right.
And if this is what it takes to be beautiful,
It’s worth another fight.

I haven’t eaten since yesterday,
And even then it was quite the small meal.
But I’d do anything to be pretty,
Even if this is how I must feel.

The pain deep in my stomach,
I’m dying for something to eat.
But I can and will overcome that craving,
This desire I will beat.

Food is the enemy;
It will only make me look like a beast.
So I’ll turn cold to everything on the table,
Fool’s gold is a feast.

I can feel my stomach draining itself,
The emptiness tosses me a smile.
I like the feeling of being weightless,
If only for a while.

I can already see a difference,
My stomach is beginning to grow thin.
It’s such a pleasurable sight,
It’s like getting away with sin.

But this sin has made me beautiful,
And it’s so easy to tell.
But I’m not all that worried,
No pretty people go to hell.