Dizzy.
The world spins.
Ever so slightly.
But I sway and my focus
Is gone
Grey spots
Appear again
Filtering through the images
I see with
My bare eye
I grab onto something sturdy
To steady myself
And I sneak a glance at the mirror
At my fat self
Imperfect self
I shakily step onto the weighing scales
90
Perfect.
But how much longer
Can I bear
Of slow progress
And comments
Not all nice ones
And being imperfect
People say people like me
Don't last on
For too long
And the slip away easily
Too easily
Away from grasp
Or anything
But I believe
I'll stay strong
And reach my goal
Then keep it
Never let it go
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...