BEFORE YOU READ THIS PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT ME!!! WRITTEN IN PERSPECTIVE OF ANOTHER PERSON!! I AM NOT ANOREXIC!!!
Pretty means skinny
Thigh gaps and hip bones.
I run to the scale
No, I'm not pretty.
Food means fat
Fat means ugly
I just ate
Now I am fat
My friends are skinnier
My friends are prettier
I am fatter
I am uglier
You tell me lies
And say I'm pretty
Tell me the truth
Say I'm ugly
This rumbling in my stomach
Proves its working
I'm becoming skinnier
I'm becoming prettier.
