My entire life I thought thin was beautiful
I was obsessed with the thigh gaps I saw in magazines and the sight of bones visible through skin
The more bones I saw on someone the more perfect they were to me
It wasn't until I grew older that I realized I was obsessed with these things because I didn't have these things
I never realized I wasn't perfect
It was in that moment I knew I had to do something
I stopped eating, and at first I was hungry
But I had gotten used to the empty feeling in my stomach, I learned to love it
|I learned to love the girl I know as Ana, and I learned to love the help she gave me
Ana made me feel beautiful
The words fat, ugly, and useless would appear in the atmosphere when my stomach felt too empty
Sometimes I wonder how much more time I have here
We live in a generation where teens spend all their times googling diets and smoking cigarettes to loose weight
We destroy our bodies to feel pretty
The only moments I did feel perfect was when I was hovering over a toilet shoving my fingers down my throat
Or when the numbers on the scale went down
By ones, fives, tens
It was like my body was made of plastic
Getting smaller and smaller everyday
I felt proud when my thigh gap became so wide I could fit both my arms through it
When my bones became visible through my skin that had turned paper thin and pale as a white sheet
I was proud when my hair became so thin if I touched it, it felt like nothing
I felt like nothing
When I became skinny I felt perfect
Throwing up every day became normal
Feeling light headed became normal
So when you told me I had a problem it hit me in the face like a deer in the headlights
My visible ribs and collar bones became my oxygen
My veins that were becoming visible through my paper thin skin became my happiness
Trips to the hospital became my life
Dying is the only thing keeping me alive
I claim I'm fine, but I googled how many calories are in toothpaste
My body is an empty cage
Everyday getting smaller and smaller and smaller
Until I just disappear
But it's worth it
Because don't you know the more thin you are the more perfect you are?
So it wasn't until my death that I realized that girl named Ana's full name was Anorexia
And my love for her killed me.
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Midnight Tears
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
