One.
Two.
Three.
102 pounds.
{And here it starts again, because my mirror never loves me _anymore.}
Five pounds, that ton of bricks
Hanging over my jeans
(over my head, too.)
Nothing to eat today. An apple, if I have to...
But an apple would be weakness, punishable by rising bile...
After all, beauty is really only .skin deep., right?
My mirror mocks me again,
too much
too thick
too HEAVY
So heavy on my mind.
metaphorical bricks...
Five pounds closer to love
Beauty.
Silence.]
Bro_ken by jeers from others who pass...
"bulimic"......"anorexic freak"
Maybe,
maybe their right.
Five more pounds.
94 pounds. And DISGUSTING.
I'm sinking, [sunken too, brittle bones and peach fuzz, shrunken breasts, and no periods to speak of.]
And I'm thinking.
How thin, is really beautiful?
Five years later, and a child.
My child.
MY daughter...I'm 150 pounds now, and FAT...
But my screams are heard by one now...
She is my love,
MY cause...
MY reason.
Author notes
my little peice of heaven, Hayden Willow...She keeps me in line
A contest entry
- "If it takes dying to get there... so be it." by stasis.
1000 points, ended December 8, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow, I reallyyy like where you went with it. I checked out that contest, and you penned this so brilliantly and openly and just wow. The words were so heartfelt and REAL, and that's what makes a poem amazing. Good luck in that contest ♥
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awe,thanx...=)
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damn thats good. I really like it. great write
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This is a beautiful ending
I really love this piece
Good luck
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Wow..I really liked the write, it was different to read..thanks for sharing...great job..
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This made me smile.
You're so lucky to have something like that to keep you in check. Congratulations.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
♣ Tegan
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