Skinny Girl

C Am G F C 36, 29, 43 Am Sometimes I think the numbers are controlling me. G I’ve been counting every mouthful in a diary, F C Am Hoping that if I reduce my calories enough I will shrink until there’s nothing left behind, G F C Am Disappear entirely so that you won’t have to find me on the bathroom floor. G F Just bones, cold but pure. C Am I know it’s not normal, but it also kind of is. G F C Am Everywhere I turn I’m told we should all want to be a skinny girl. G F But I am not a skinny girl. C 34, 27, 40. Am These numbers I’m so desperately recording. G F I tell everyone I meet my life is boring, keep them uninterested C Am so they won’t try to know me while I gorge myself on shame and loathing, G F C picturing myself trying to squeeze into the clothes I wore at 17. Am How could I be so mean to myself? G F I’d never talk like this about anybody else. C Am I know it’s not normal, but it also kind of is. G F C Am Everywhere we turn we’re told we all should be a skinny girl, a skinny girl. G F