She couldn't see she was beautiful
Called herself fat and hideous
But it wasn't her... not really
There was a Something deep inside her
Told her she was too imperfect
Made her hate her body and soul
One day she had enough
And so, tears streaming, soul screaming
She vowed to kill the Beast
That tortured her so
The Beast nearly killed her
But our Beauty is a strong one
So she pressed on, sword in hand
And slew the beast, setting her soul free
And she lived happily ever after.
Author notes
Avalanche.Echo
A metaphor for eating disorders and the battle of recovery.
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Comments
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really well written!
its actualy an amazing poem, love.
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Thank you
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