Consuming Dream

Inside her blooms a sadness
hidden within her conscience
to which, she shows no one
so her sadness remains a secrete

With every meal and every day
she was consumed by her dream
Of becoming thin and pretty
which ate at her heart slowly

Each plate she ate grew smaller
as puke then consumed the toilet
She cried from all the loneliness
making her dream just that important

Frightening friends and family
as all her health has disappeared
Fearing to now be far too late
as another soul escapes the taste

June 15, 2006

If i could change one thing it would be the view of beauty that many girls are taking from the media. TV, magazines, actresses, ect. have a lot of thin bodies that the media always claims is hot, sexy, and beautiful. So many people (a lot being teenage girls) just starve their bodies to try and get this image and in the end they end up dead. If they lived a full filled life though, who knows what kind of impact they could have possibly had. Being an individual, a unique and creative person is the beauty that people can truly show but we have a society that seems so focused on image and not what truly seems to count.