I am a slave To that which tells me I am Flawed, To that which sets my Standard of Beauty.
I am a slave To those who Judge me, To those who are, themselves, Insecure and Vulnerable.
I am a slave To the culture, To the media, And to myself.
I’d die to be thin, But at least I’ll be accepted.
I am a slave.
Fear and Anxiety Hold me Captive. They are my Drugs, My secret Addictions.
I am a slave Imprisoned by the Unattainable Statute of Perfection, I am a Renegade violating the Law of Beauty.
I am a slave Flogged by its Power, By its Control Over my Happiness.
I am a slave Determined to be everything I am not, Unfailing.
I am a slave To think I can Achieve the Impossible, To go through battle untouched.
I am a slave Because I have set myself up To Fail, But I am ignorant of it.
I am Forsaken In the Eyes Of Love’s Desire To Change me.
I am a slave Defeated. Broken. I am a slave Naked. Alone.
I Breathe With inhibition… With Pain… With Emptiness…
I was a slave…
…now I am free.