Every day she looks in the mirror,
and she doesn’t like what she sees.
Her hands are cold, her feet are bare.
She steps on the scale, only in her underwear.
Numbers reduce in small amounts,
and then as time goes on, the numbers get lower,
faster and faster.
It started off small, but then it enthralled her.
She never wanted it to get this far.
It was simply working out and staying fit.
Then it all changed.
She started not eating regularly, skipping meals,
lying to her parents. It became too easy.
That eventually led her into this whole mess.
She starved to be thin. She starved to be perfect.
Her definition of skinny was too resilient,
in the eyes of other people.
No-one could understand.
She thought it would make her content,
and at that time, she never thought of how wrong she would be.
Not only is she lying to people around her, she’s lying to herself.
Every day she looks in the mirror,
and she doesn’t like what she sees.
Tears run down her cheeks, and she looks down to the ground.
Slowly turns and walks away…
For she knew, her classification of skinny was something no-one would understand.
Comments
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Everyone always tells me I'm skinny but I never believe them, This poem got all of my feelings, great write!!! (I would applaud but I don't have that many left sorry)
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aww thats so sad...im sorry your going through such pain and suffering
i can relate to this so much!!
im always here if you wanna talk about anything ill understand
x x x
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Thank you
It's good that someone can relate to this.
I'm sorry you're going through pain and suffering too.
And thank you, it's always good to know someone is here.
x x
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