for the girls

i didn’t think it was bad, till i’m sat in bed flipping through my pictures, wishing i was thinner. i catch myself clicking edit then scrolling the options, moving the dial further and further back until there’s almost nothing left. i would always hate on girls, the ones that hated themselves until i realised i turned into what i swore i’d never be, pointing out flaws no one else even sees. and i forgot how to just exist without editing the evidence.