Here's the poem that may describe how some of you all feel.
"10 years old
Fatty meals and chubby thighs. Runway models with bones well defined.
Saying 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 be hurl
After all, boys don't like fat girls.
14 Years Old
Skipping meals and thinner thighs
Five miles 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."
(E.J)
YOU ARE READING
Anorexia/self harm. I'm screwed and you are too.
Non-FictionI don't have anorexia completely. I skipped meals here and there when I went to school. And it practically took my friends shoving food down my throat.
