It doesn't matter That their empty stomachs are spaces in which they long to fill. No one seems to look past their paper-thin skin, Enveloping willowy frames. Nor do they notice track marks on gangly limbs. Mesmerized with each turn of the page they step closer to the edge of vogue. Their healthy bodies deteriorating, girls yearn to achieve greatness.
Naive minds buy into the convincing messages.
Promote the illusion. This is a really fine poem you've been developing. I still think though, that the last stanza could be rearranged and tightened a bit to deal with the length. A period can come in the middle of a line somewhere. And you can then continue on the same line with the next sentence.