Your Looks.

Pale porcelain,

A thick dark mane

Slimmer than before

With tear-nourished lashes

And draped with silver

A beautiful sight you may agree,

But what if I got rid of it?

What if the porcelain breaks?

Or the hair thins and lifts?

What if the running slowed?

Or if there wasn't a reason to cry?

What happens when the silver tarnishes?

What if your favorite parts are temporary?

If all you liked is gone what is left to love?

I worked hard to keep my porcelain skin from burning and flaring up,

its work, but are you willing to be there when I can't bring myself too?

My thick dark hair is such a pain, hours of care and conditioning pain,

I fight with myself not to tear it all out when too much is going on.

I think back everyday to weight gone and the inches disappearing,

but what about the loss I took, my weakness growing and my clothes not fitting?

There's no need for mascara with my eyes framed the way they are,

I thank the nights of tears and hurt for that, but what happens when I don't want to fight?

My silver to keep me cool, shimmering in the light, enough to ignore it eating my skin

Maybe one day I can try on some gold, I want it to be okay to not be so cold.

What happens when I change?

Will I still "look good" enough to like?