Wintergirls

'Why?You want to know why?Step in to a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days.After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire.Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they are tight.Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg and roll over on commandListen to the whispers that curl in to your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all ''a disappointment''.Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this.Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anaesthetic and it works.For a while.But then the anaesthetic turns to poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight in to your soul.It is rotting you and you can't stop.Look in a mirror and find a ghost.Hear every heartbeat scream that every single thing is wrong with you.''Why?'' is the wrong question.Ask ''Why not''
 - Lia, Wintergirls