Bulimic Diana sits
With her mind on the scale
Another diet has failed
As she pinches at skin
Both peaked and pale

Bulimic Diana frets
Eroding away her nerves
Fixating on every curve
"Water and stale bread
Are more than I deserve"

She says she's done with
Purging and splurging
And starving and bingeing
And gagging and cringing and loathing
Her shape in the mirror
(Though time has been kind)
"If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Then surely I must be blind"

Bulimic Diana cries
Oh, the turmoil she hides inside
A little everyday she dies
If only she would swallow some food
Instead of her pride

"Why must I be ugly
Slovenly and worthless
Bloated and coated
With pounds of demeaning cellulite?
Self-deprecation for attention
Repulsion that never ends
Will I ever feel secure
In my own skin?"