She holds herself up like she once was fair,
long golden locks and braids in her hair,
her lips with rose makeup with ruby, soft cheeks,
but she doesn't tell you...
she hasn't eaten in weeks.
She walks down the street with long-practiced poise,
attracting attention from all of the boys.
"Beauty is worth it." she fraily squeaks,
and still she won't mention...
she hasn't eaten in weeks.
Teachers and counselors start to assail,
inquiring as to why she's so pale.
Her voice is now raspy whenevever she speaks
as she finally tells you...
she hasn't eaten in weeks.
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Yeah yeah, it's short, but I don't care.
Please tell me what you think
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Dear Dan
Not a great many men come out to deal with a problem that is intrinsically not their own. That alone makes this a commendable write. I know less than nothing about anorexia or the related illnesses.
I only know that it is the only disease that is done
with mirrors.No fun intended.
The poem was great all around. I do hope the intended
recipient liked it.
You're one of the good guys, Dan!
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ok, i'm going to tell you EXACTLY what i told Michelle. Here's my quote, my EXACT quote.
Well...sadly to say that I was (yes, WAS) a victim of this kind of thing...but I stopped. The first time I did, I'm not exactly sure why. I think it was just because I was afraid of what I was going through at the time. And to be honest, I barely remember any of the pains i had from missing so much food. And till recently, I was doing it again. I woke up at one Monday night, went upstairs to the fridge and kinda got a glimpse of myself. It was just an image most wouldn't like. Ugly, fat, whatever. And I was ashamed. I had tried everything to lose weight and look better. Nothing ever worked. So I just thought there was only one answer. Give it up all together. And it worked the next day. And the next. But soon the pains started, but i kept going on. I told a rare few (you know one at least) and they pushed me and edged me to eat again. But i was sick of myself so I refused. They all told me I was a great person and all but i just didn't see it. I wanted to see it. but then, a few nights ago, i looked at the words my friends had written to me. They were disappointed in me. not the me, me, but the me i was to become. THe most important people in my life were losing someone that they did love and did care about. so i went upstairs and ate a bowl of cereal. In the end, roo, my friends (my Family, what you are to me) matter more to me than anyone. If i lost you all, I would have nothing. And I don't want nothing. I want it all. And that doesn't include being a size zero. Looking like yourself is all worth it in the end. It really is.
So there you have it.
You saved me, Hun. Thank you
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I wrote something almost like this, but I don't really want to post it. This is just great Dan... true for so many people, some of whom so many don't even notice are suffering. You shouldn't care about the length.
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omg i love this poem!
i dont think u can quite imagine how true adn amazing this poem is for soooo many girls...i wish it didnt have to be true but it is
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this was a good read!
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