Whoever said that no one is perfect...
They're wrong.
I see others, thin, small...
Perfect.
Societies emphasis that thin is...
Perfect...
rends me to the bone.
I wish that I was
Perfect...
Able to uphold every set of
Expectations
Set upon me.
Sometimes...
Most of the time...
Nearly always...
It's self control;
One thing that I can say I have
Totally in my grasp.
Am I hungry?
No; I. am. satisfied.
I just control it,
Making my way towards Perfection.
When I look in the mirror,
I see something I loathe to behold.
How could anyone even bear to
Look at me?
Every question they ask,
Every meal I convieniently 'miss';
They all put me one step closer
To perfection.
To what I am expected to be,
Trying to uphold expectations
Which I now see as
A way of life to me.
A contest entry
- Drugs and Eating Disorders by Dlvvanzor.
410 points, ended April 25, 72 entries
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Comments
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I know. I've been there too, and writing about it helps immensely. Finding poems like these works wonders too; sometimes, knowing you aren't alone can make a world of difference. If you need to talk, please let me know.
L.
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wow this is touching but i do have to say no one is perfect.....
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"They all put me one step closer to perfection." Wow, great write.
Thanks for entering!
-Dlvvanzor -
hell
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woah, creepy
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Oh how I relate {hugs} great write! :-P x
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