Soledad's Fight for Recovery

HELP I CAN'T GET THIS TO FORMAT!!!!

The myth of Thin

Smashing the mirror in front of my face Trying to pull myself out of this place of anger and fear and hate But I see myself through his eyes and I am trying to squeeze myself into his size Tearing at the flesh on my things My self worth is judged my size by the number of my jeans or the glint in the eye of the man down the street. And I am trapped in this prison of skin and the monster inside of my won't let me win this fight for my life And I am screaming, I'm angry, I'm so full of hate Why the FUCK are women judged by a measuring tape By the size of her waist She is wasting away She will die and you'll cry And you'll say what a shame Another one lost to the beauty game but then you turn your face from the victim of thin and think, if only my ass would fit in to the jeans I wore at 18. Cause the myth of thin Can always seep in with that measuring tape that long coiling snake And you will start to believe that your happiness lies in pants of smaller size but look out for the lies Cause the closer we get to out goals The more we lose of our souls And then we belong only to HIM the myth of thin.