Fruit is colorful as life,
and once my life was fruit.
Season by season, I was defined:
In summer I was peaches,
in autumn I was lettuce wraps,
in winter I was yogurt
and in spring I was numbers.
I molded my movies
and shaped my sleepovers
around the candy,
tortured every strip of flesh
with a white-thrill rush of endorphins.
And I was numbers.
I was red as my hair,
bobbing in the darkness
of the sound of a luggage claim
and pounding.
my lunch was numbers
and I was meek,
my runs were numbers
and I was dedicated.
I thrived by staring at my limits,
measured in blazing, bloody bars
and torturing myself to make them rearrange.
My life was fruit
bruised.
Today when I look in the glass
I sometimes see a pear—
an apple,
a banana,
a bundle of cherries,
strawberry shoulders.
Other times I see a woman.
And the number continues to move,
fluctuating out of sight
every day.
A contest entry
- Eating Disorder! by starving4perfection.
600 points, ended January 29, 2009, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - mirror mirror on the wall, whose the fattest of them all by nobodys-girl.
1500 points, ended February 3, 2009, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow...this seriously is just amazing!! thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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WOW!!
amazing love it LOVED IT!!
"Today when I look in the glass
I sometimes see a pear—
an apple,
a banana,
a bundle of cherries,
strawberry shoulders.
Other times I see a woman.
And the number continues to move,
fluctuating out of sight
every day."
so strong! soo many emotions! thank you so much for entering my contest and good luck! =] xx
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"My life was fruit
bruised.
Today when I look in the glass
I sometimes see a pear—
an apple,
a banana,
a bundle of cherries,
strawberry shoulders.
Other times I see a woman."
As I've told you, I love this. Lovelovelove this.
You are beautiful, Courtney. Always have been. Always will be.
♥ Megan
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