I DID NOT MAKE THE pOEM THAT [redacted, spoilers] WROTE. BLYTHE BAIRD WROTE IT. check out her poetry its lit. also it was altered a little to fit better.
also dont attack me for redeeming a character "this soon", I KNEW she would be redeemed, which is why there are 3 whole other mean girls mkay
or rather. she's redeemed in everyone's minds but for a while she's a loner because people don't really like her still :<
And Ellie and Isaiah have convinced (mostly) everyone to start harassing her
Miyu(aka phoebe): *writing in her notebook in social studies bcz fuck school* ...
Isaiah: *grabs her notebook and starts reading* "The year of Skinny Pop, and sugar-free jello cups. We guzzled vitamin water and soda. Toasting to high school and near-survival."
Miyu: i-Isaiah--
Isaiah: shut up. "Trying diets we found on the internet. Menthol cigarettes. Eating in front of a mirror. Donating blood. Replacing eating with more practical hobbies, like making flower crowns! Or fainting."
Miyu: *sighs and hides her face*
Isaiah: "Wondering why I hadn't had my period in months," *starts laughing* "or why breakfast tastes like giving up. Or how many more productive ways I could've spent my time today besides googling the calories in the glue of a U.S envelope."
Coral: *looks up and stares at isaiah while he reads* ...?
Isaiah: "Watching Americas Next Top Model like the gospel, hunching naked over a bathroom scale shrine, crying into an empty bowl of cocoa puffs because I only feel pretty when I'm hungry. If you are not recovering, you are dying." God, I hope you die.
Miyu: *extremely quietly* me too...
Isaiah: pfft. "By the time I was fourteen, I had already experienced being clinically overweight, underweight and obese. As a child, "fat" was the first word people used to describe me, which didn't offend me, until I found out it was supposed to."
Miyu: please stop...
Isaiah: what, does it get worse than this? pffft. "When I lost weight, my dad was so proud, he started carrying my before-and-after photo in his wallet. So relieved he could stop worrying about me getting diabetes. He saw a program on the news about the epidemic with obesity, said he's just so glad to finally see me taking care of myself."
-everyone starts listening more closely, some wondering what to do, others laughing at the poem-
Isaiah: "If you develop an eating disorder when you are already thin to begin with, you go to the hospital. If you develop an eating disorder when you are not thin to begin with, you are a success story." I'd hardly call you a success story. "So when I evaporated, of course everyone congratulated me on getting healthy. Girls at school who never spoke to me before, stop me in the hallway to ask how I did it. I say "I am sick". They say "No, you're an inspiration!" How could I not fall in love with my illness? With becoming the kind of silhouette people are supposed to fall in love with? Why would I ever want to stop being hungry, when anorexia is the most interesting thing about me?"
Miyu: *sighs quietly* ....
Isaiah: I will admit, you ARE sick. "So how lucky it would be, to be boring. The way not going to the hospital is boring. The way looking at an apple and seeing only an apple, not sixty, or half an hour sit-ups is boring." So you see an apple as an excercise routine?
Miyu: ... *nods*
Isaiah: Good. Fatass.
Ellie: *snickers*
Isaiah: "My story may not be as exciting as it used to, but at least there will be nothing left to count. The calculator in my head will finally stop. I used to love the feeling of drinking water on an empty stomach, waiting for the coolness to slip all the way down and land in the well. Not obsessed with being empty but afraid of being full." You should be afraid of being full. Makes you look fatter.
Miyu: ... *stares at her hands, which are shaking, while she tries not to cry*
Isaiah: "I used to be proud when I was cold in a warm room. One day, I will be proud that I have stopped seeking revenge on this body. That will be the year of eating when I am hungry without punishing myself and I know it sound ridiculous, but that shit is hard." Yeah, sooo hard.
Miyu: *sniffs while tears start slipping down her cheeks*
Isaiah: "When I was little, someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I said.. "small"." ... Wow. That's pathetic.
Miyu: Can I have m-my notebook back n-now?
Isaiah: Nonono, just wait til that girl you like read this. Then she'll know you're insane AND a fag.
Miyu: *starts crying more as she grabs her bag and storms out of the class*
