Self-worth measured by the inches of background around your silhouette, Nothing else matters. Everywhere you look, go, see, promotion of emaciation- Nothing else matters. In Africa, they starve and die, in the West, they starve and sigh That the girl over there is thinner, Nothing else matters. You will never be skeletal, so you cry, and the child cries, because his foetus body is Swallowing Death- a black, violent elephant thrashing inside a writhing snake. Nothing else matters. We are the first generation to go to The Ritz, In Rolls-Royces, With Ribs that jut out, Like the truth that juts out in front of us, but is hidden by fashion’s blindfold. To us, starving out of choice, Nothing else matters.
