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I've had the thought "skinny" in my head since I was 10.
The thought of thin thighs and prominent collarbones made me weep.
I would lay around and look at other girls in my class like models because of the little gap between their thighs.
Fast forward to 14
I'm still in a trance from the tiny bone like arms and twigs of wrists
Only eating ice cubes for dinner
Flushing ur breakfast
Because now skinny is a thing I have to be
And pain is just a fee I have to pay
And day by day I'll shrink into nothing
Finally becoming the girl I wanted to be in grade 6
The one with the thigh gap, tiny arms, flat stomach and collarbones that could catch raindrops.
I'll be sick but at least I'll be what I always wanted to be
Skinny.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
