So I feel fat, unworthy of such a thing,
I am disgusting, protruding thighs and hips of 12,
I so deeply desire to be thin,
I’m on my road, destructive it maybe,
But I want to know, I want to be free,
So here I am, on my journey to the death,
Day 1 was difficult, no food,
Day 2 was harder, dizziness and woos,
But I look in the mirror, still fat, not thin,
So on, down my road, complete loss, nothing to gain,
Week 1, 7 whole days, of nothing ness, within,
Sickened by the pain, and the voice,
Can’t give in, got to get thin,
Month gone, then a year,
And now at 7stone 3, just look at the state of me,
My hands of what was, beautiful skin,
Now old and wrinkled, slowly sagging,
My arms of what was strength, withered away,
To thin twigs, with out its branch,
My rib cage, moulded into the skin,
Intended, then risen by bone,
My hips contain no meat,
And jeans fall to my feet,
Legs of bone, so weak, struggling to hold,
My face gray, lips of purplish blue,
My breathing slow, pulse rate too,
Body tired, dying, slowing, paining,
The desire so one beheld, to be thin,
Created death, for her, anorexia,
A contest entry
- Postsecrets. by Antebellum.
550 points, ended November 11, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow. this is incredibly sad, but amazing. I cant relate, but I'm sure this is something many people can relate to. I have seen this sort of thing go on, and you have explained it greatly.
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Very powerful
Wow! I have read this through several times. You have writen a storng peace.I can identfy with wanting to be thin so much you'd die for it. I don't think I could ever discribe it as you have here. Good luck in the contest! Great poem!
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