10 years old
Fatty meals and chubby thighs
runway models and bones well defined
say no to a burger and chips
after all a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips
12 years old
balanced meals and pinching thighs
brainwashed friends with pro ana
and wanting to hurl
after all boys don't like fat girls
14 years old
skipping meals and thinner thighs
five mile run for one cube of cheese
counting calories, not wanting meals
after all nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
16 years old
no meals and gap in thighs
arms like matchsticks, poking out ribs
size two dress and body so mini
after all everything looks good on skinny.
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That's how anorexia starts, and this is how it will end. You'll get sick, your hair will thin, your finger nails will turn blue. You'll think you're okay, you'll think it'll be alright, maybe just one more pound, but no, that isn't how it will end. It will end with your parents paying for a casket and setting up a funeral. It'll end with your family lowering your dead, unmoving body into the ground. It will end with the police filing a report. It will end with your parents mourning your death and people refusing to go in your room because it reminds them of you too much. It'll end with your friends falling victim to depression and suicide just so they can be with you. It won't end at "just one more pound", it'll end when you're dead.
