I look into the mirror
And all I see
Is a stranger staring back at me
Her bones are starting to show
But still,
Not yet is she thin.
She probably never will be
In my eyes
It's bones that make perfection.
It's bones,
That I seek.
I want to be like the girl,
In the pictures,
In the magazines.
Her head is thrown back
and her mouth is wide open
I can hear her laughter through the page.
She is happy.
Simply because she is thin.
i will be like that.
someday.
Author notes
a poem about my personal battle, and what having an ed is like for me.
A contest entry
- Eating Disorders - Mondays in April Official Contest May 2009 by April Somerston.
475 points, ended June 10, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is a bit simplistic for my taste...I think you could make some stronger word choices (irony, metaphor, vivid imagery) to get your point across. Make the girl in the magazine talk to you. Make her talk to us. Make her a total bitch, if necessary. (She is, after all, isn't she?)
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thank you for your comment.
i know it's a simple poem.
but i like things that way. =]
the girl isn't meant to be a bitch, she is just an ordinary person. that's why i didn't focus on her.
thank you very much for your critique, i am ver thankful.
bianca melody
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I like this poem, it's simple and the message is clear. Well done!
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Eating disorders are never an easy thing to deal with, it takes true strength and dedication to win the battle. Great write, and keep up your strength.
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