Gas Chamber Melodies - Neoplasm Kate Moss | Текст песни

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Sick image of beauty drives her self-destruction. Mirror frames won't widen by themselves, but she can't look like that. Every pound of fat is like a scalpel in the eye. Assurance of her lack of worth. The frames won't widen but she can throw up the guts... It's a small price for 30 kilos of weight.

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She sat down in her room, looking at posters of those famous, well known and so perfect models and actresses once again. She looks at them everyday without realizing that these are images of those, who torture her... She has to do something that would make her look like them. Vomiting after every meal is becoming more and more suspicious, her stupid parents aren't able to understand that she can survive without food! She forces another portion into her mouth thinking about numbers of calories, which distance her from the chosen image! Maybe that boy will notice her if she loses on weight a bit more. She still weights too much and doesn't feel well in her own shapes! Parched body, skin and bones to be more precise, tends to product hated fat. It's so complicated... It's so difficult... Every single day makes her feel worse! Sick image of beauty leads to terror every time she looks in the mirror. Not because of being almost invisible but for the fact that she is still too 'big'! Skinny legs barely lift the weight of thirty kilos. But she is healthy! Everyone around picks on her! Why? Maybe they are simply jealous!!! One day she will be beautiful and fit...

A dominating model: a sickly thinness. A XXIst century's paradox: an anorectic advertising a chocolate bar. Rubensian shapes are out of fashion. The pictures of boys and girls putting themselves to a draconian diet who tempt smilingly offering success, better self consciousness, social acceptance attack from everywhere. Be as we are they seem to shout. But can be healthy a person who denies herself everything not being able to accept herself? Welcome to a new nightmare counting of calories and a sound of a puking bulimic.

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