Tall, thin, beautiful, long blond hair and blue eyes.
Small legs and skinny thighs.
Pretty dress.
Rib cage and thigh gap.
Beautiful.
A word you can’t use to describe me
Because I'm short, fat and ugly
Short messy hair and baggy eyes.
Big legs, thick thighs.
Ugly sweats.
Fat stomach and stretch marks,
Rounder than the moon.
Why can’t I be beautifully thin too?
Is this punishment for being alive?
People say “Nothing tastes as good as thin feels”
And they’re right.
Because calories leave a bad aftertaste.
They say it takes a month for you to notice your body changing.
But that goes both ways.
YOU ARE READING
suicidio
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.