Dying to be skinny

by MeganLeigh   Jan 3, 2010


Starving to be pretty
Dying to be thin,
I haven't eaten anything
I'm letting Ana win.

My stomach cries in protest
My muscles ache and fail,
I'm killing myself slowly
To be skinny as a rail.

At school my friends all question
Why my lunch is left untouched,
I lie and say I don't feel well
Or the portion is too much.

My hair is getting thinner
My skin is pale as bone,
I take a look around me
And realize I'm alone.

Ana is not my friend
She's an enemy that taunts me,
And as I'm lying in my grave
Her memory still haunts me.

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  • 14 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    I loved it, I world fave this poem without a thought of regret but alas I can't, cause I've been packing on the pounds lately *Del-ico-us apple pie*=D

    Also I wish to break you off a piece of mind, pick up yourself girl and talk to someone you trust if you are still having problems relating to this issue.

    5/5

    Dean-x

  • 14 years ago

    by Fran

    Excellent writing on a very difficult and painful subject. There is far too much pressure on us to conform to 'standardized' beauty. Who has the right to dictate what is beautiful and what isn't?

  • 14 years ago

    by Em

    Very powerful piece. Being skinny isn't everything. Big girls can have fun too lol ;) Written well as always. 5/5, Em

  • 14 years ago

    by Mimed Lovette

    I can see that it's written right from the very deepest core of your heart, that's what makes your poems so realistic. I hope you pick a healthier way, I've been there once too. BUt overall, nice read!

  • 14 years ago

    by Kianna

    I love it..Great work yet again :)
    ~KiKi

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