The Obsession (Bulimia)

by Jenna Bella Oldridge   Dec 25, 2011


She is my queen
I want her rosy lips
Her flawless skin
Her jagged hips

Oh her bones are gorgeous
Her eyes shine so bright
Dressed in the latest fashion
She always gets it right

And I am jealous
I am glowing green
Consumed by images of
My beauty queen

Got her pictured tapped to my mirror
Inspiring me to be thinner
I wanna be just like her
I want to be a winner

For she is talented
She is pretty
Love her attitude its
gritty

And I am obsessed
I am on a mission
Even in my ugly
Condition

I want to be just like her
I want to weigh the same
I want to vomit it all out
I want to rid my shame

She is not my role model
But she is my beauty queen
Consumed by her images
I am glowing green

Oh to reach her standard
To be on par is my goal
It's what pushes me on
It's what forces my need for control

And everyday I get a little closer
But she gets further away
Yet I won't give up the race
I'll catch up with her someday

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  • 12 years ago

    by Faith Ann

    Bulimia isnt the answer :( you are perfect the way you are....you should never have to change. but great writing ! :)

  • 12 years ago

    by christopher

    I like this poem and it is so relevant to todays young girls who are all under pressure to look good and a certain way. all of this pressure brought on by the media and what their idea of beauty is. apart from that your poem is structurely very good and the rhyming and timing is good can't say much more only well done and keep up the good work.

  • 12 years ago

    by Hollow Face

    Very moving and so true. It reminded me of a song. Good beat and rythm to it. Love this piece.
    5/5
    ~Kitty

  • 12 years ago

    by Jess

    Wow, I'm Sure This Can Relate to So many people.
    I felt the pain of the writer, I honestly did.
    This is a perfect example of pain and jealousy.
    I Loved It, Nice Write!
    5/5 Jessi.

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    This is so sad. I don't like that girls harm themselves to look like someone else, whether it be bulimia, plastic surgery, etc...the "perfect" girls they wanna look like have only looks and prolly not happy lives in other areas, so we might as well enjoy our skin and forget about looking like someone else, it'd be a boring world if we were all thin and looked alike...

    Deep poem, I liked the repetition, gave it meaning and a serious tone. Good job!!