I have fur on my arms

But I’m not a bitch.

I have fog in my brain

but I’m not a ditz.

 

I starve myself

Of things that I need

So you will like me

Please like me.

 

The only thing I can be is pretty

So am I pretty yet?

I’ll change my hair if you want

Give me a knife

And I’ll scrape the fat off my bones.