oh, my god,
stop praising little girls for being "tiny" and "slender" and "willowy"
for being skinny.
because the scale offers validation
and eating cheetos and twizzlers and cookies and candy without gaining a pound becomes an accomplishment
a sharp and boasting laugh
ha, ha! i can eat all the **** i want
and still be /skinny!/
because a girl will feel pride
in her ballerina legs and bony joints
and guilt
in her best friend wishing she were as small.
because "skinny" stops being an adjective
and becomes a definition.
because being skinny becomes
owning stacks and stacks of size zero jeans
but ******* and shimmying and squeezing your *** into them
(god forbid you buy a size two.)
skinny becomes looking flat in the midsection
but only if you eat triscuits for lunch that day
becomes seeing the outlines of individual ribs
but grabbing with a grimace the layer of fat and skin that covers them
becomes standing with legs spread apart and back tilted and eyes squinted
and looking maybe kind of like a forever 21 model,
until you sit and your thighs melt into huge endless expanses of tissue
becomes avoiding the bathroom scale because you told yourself two years ago you'd never get above double digits.
becomes knowing that most girls would **** for your body, or for the absence of your body - for the carved out spaces where flesh could be.
becomes feeling guilty, feeling ridiculous, feeling ungrateful
becomes never admitting to anyone that you feel anything but skinny.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
When the sky crys is it because of the death and hurt she has seen.
Is it because of the lies she has been told, or is it the disappointment she saw on a young mothers face as the father to her son decided things were too hard and walked away.
Maybe she cried for all of those she has seen fall out of love.
The sky has seen it all
She's seen the mother hurt as she buries her only child
The father not being able to make ends meet.
So sometimes yes the sky crys,
But sometimes she also shines as she witnesses the couple's first kiss in the park,
Or the young boy learning to ride his own bike.
Like the sky we cry,
but like the sky we must also shine.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Life is a Song
Unheard by Most
Loved by All
Life is a Song
Listened to
But Never Truly Heard
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Dead to me,
but dead no more
I threw you ashes overboard.
Your memory no longer haunts me,
or plagues my mind.
Your memory is as blue
as the blackened shine.
I no longer wait
or ponder you.
I no longer stay
to love you.
Because you are Dead to Me,
but dead no more
I've thrown your ashes overboard
Dead to Me
for the world to see
with there own eyes
You are Dead to Me.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Alone.
Unwanted.
Someone came along and took my place.
Didn't they?
They are now the one who bears something you want,
something you sought after.
Now what about me?
I'm still here, but do you still want me to be?
Do you no longer care?
I remember when I didn't care.
When i pushed everyone away for fear of being hurt
But you made me open up
You forced yourself into my life
But for what?
To leave to replace me when I needed you most...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC