You see me in a different light,
To you I am a skeleton,
I am not a pretty sight,
I am nothing but a pile of skin and bones.
I see myself as fat,
even though I weigh 76 pounds.
I am afraid to eat,
for I may make my self even bigger.
I go for days on end,
no food, the sight makes me sick.
I drink water that my life line,
I am thirsty, thirsty for acceptance.
I have no control of my life,
No one accepts me for who I am,
I must become pretty,
I must become skinny.
If I am not skinny, then
You will not like me.
If I am not what you think,
You will not befriend me.
I eat while your looking,
and purge, when your not.
I stare in the mirror,
for hours on end.
I have control you see,
only it is what I eat.
I cannot control anything else,
If I could I would have everything I want.
So life as I know it,
is isolated it is me,
my hunger pains,
and a glass of ice water.
Author notes
Growing Up, I was anorexic. It took a long time to overcome. A lot of love and support from my mother. I owe it all to her. In high school I still wore a little girls size twelve, 76 lbs soaking wet. I thought I was skinny like society said I should be, sick is what I was and will always be. This is something you can never overcome completely. I will alway be recovering. If you are going through something like this get help. If you don't you will slowly die. I still have health problems because of this. Trust someone who has been through it.
Written January 13th, 2004
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- Teenage Depression by PrettyRagDoll.
300 points, ended February 17, 2004, 71 entries
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wow great job on this you totally captured all that there is to say about dealing with this....im currently dealing with ana and its hard to get over but i guess ill have to keep pushing...anyways wow i love the poem
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I am thirsty, thirsty for acceptance.
I have no control of my life,
No one accepts me for who I am,
I must become pretty,
I must become skinny.
wow, you could have been writing that about me; I can completely relate to that. I am struggling with an ED at the moment; every time I think I'm getting better, I fall again. Thank you so much for sharing this poem, it's beautiful and captures perfectly the mindset of a person with an eating disorder. Good luck in the contest and congratulations for being brave enough to get help .x -
This is a very powerful poem. It's horrible the images that society pushes at us with the media which are probably the cause of this. Being skinny isn't a bad thing, but the obsession with is, as your poem shows. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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This poem brought tears to my eyes. I've never had any form of an eating disorder and I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you. So many people *including myself before* would always say well they should just stop it and eat. But it isn't that easy and it took me a long time to realize that. I truly hope now that things are bettter and you have realized it isn't healthy. Thanks for sharing and good luck with the contest. *sonya*
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