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I strutt my stuff
On high heeled shoes

No time to give up
I don't want to loose

I eat a salad
For breakfast, lunch, dinner

Sure I can gloat
I still need to be thinner

From turtleneck sweaters
To barely there unders

I stare 'till I'm tired
All I can do is wonder

Wonder why I'm doing this
Walking a catwalk for a living

Exposing myself
To anyone willing

Everyday continuous
Backstage before the show

You'll see a fellow model crying
Because she was told she had to go

So here's a lesson to all of you
Girls, there's something to learn in here

If you are ever looking for employment
Never model, dear.
©2007-2009 ~PrincessTia94
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Author's Comments

Well, I am proud to say this may be my best one yet =D. And it flows pretty well too. Technical comments/crits greatly appreciated.

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:icongreeniepie:
So true. < 3

I had to do a report on Anorexia, and it was just awful, reading about models who died because they hungered so much. x___x

And, beautifully written, aswell.

I think the last poem I wrote went something like this (in 4th grade XD):

There was a bunny
he was a honey
he said to his wife: We need money

Lol. XD

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:iconprincesstia94:
Thanks. It's so sad that some girls choose to starve (and basically kill) themselves :cry:.

Nice little poem of yours :lol:

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i hope you hang yourself with your h&m scarf <333

life is there to be LIVED, not to be watched from a distance.

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