(Anything underlined both Persons A and B read together)

Person A:

I am size 0

Person B:

Everyone knows shes beautiful
Pictures in the media mock me
I don't fit it's mold.
I don't fit their stereotype.
I no longer know who I am
What do I show to the world
Surrounding me
Suffocating me
How do the see me
judging
starring
glaring
not caring
that I am human
just like them.
They shove their insecurities and problems
on me.
why me?
I'm not your perfect picture
Her size
Secretly
Makes me a size 0
In confidence

Person A:

I am a perfect picture
On the outside
On the inside
Everything is not perfect for me.
I admire her self confidence
Is she a window
Can I see right through her
No
Is her act fake?
Is she like me?
Does she wonder what she could me?
Just
Like
Me
No
She rises above
Her ego
Her vanity
Her size
Her thighs
And it makes her beautiful.

I am not really beautiful
I have changed myself
So that I may fit the standards
The titles
The mold
Days go by
Not a morsel has touched my lips
My taste buds are
Dry
Dry
Dry
Empty empty empty
Of hope
Of life
Of happiness
All lies
All lies
My stomach aches at the smells
Of wonders thrusting before me

Person B:

She's the new normal.
I've checked the charts, my B.M.I
And they always say I'm normal size.
Healthy size.
And I feel good.
Then I walk outside, and I enter a world of
Stick figures on the cover of vogue
Twigs in dresses and heels
And then those same twigs complaining they are
Fat.
Really?
You're fat?
Compared to them
I am overweight.
Just because I am "normal weight"
So they are the new normal.
I am just
Fat.

But life isn't all about my body.
I know better...
So why do I feel like it is?
I know my body is here
So I can get there
It's a vessel so I can do great things,
So I can go the distance,
So I can
Live
My
Life.
So no, I am not jealous of her.
And it's not going to change.
I don't want it to change.
We don't want it to change

Person A and B:

We are beautiful no matter what you say

We are perfect
In each others eyes