Love my curves
the accentuated spheres
that are my skinny knuckles
Recoil in disgust
at my dysfunctional habbits
bingeing, purging, restricting
Gossip with friends
about this strange phenomena
that you don't understand (or only think you do)
Stare with envy
at my ability to exist
on thin air
Spend time thinking
about my protruding bones
my ribs in glamourous beauty
Wish you could
do this too
recreate the model, the movie star
Whilst I...
sit back in a state of uphoria,
for I am here at last,
in a position of power,
short lived though it may be.
Madness.
You will never know
the inner turmoil I suffer,
the flawed plan of a life I lead.
A contest entry
- [Thin.As.Air] by Dead Star--x.
525 points, ended October 21, 2008, 11 entries
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You will never know
the inner turmoil I suffer,
the flawed plan of a life I lead.
those were my favorite lines
♥
Dead Star--x -
wow very intense. i love the line " the flawed plan of a life I lead." great write. makes me think of the girl everyone wants to be like, only has no IDEA how hard it was to get there.... how sick it really makes you...
great write. good luck in the contest.
~Madison~
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