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What am I? Well… I can tell you what I’m not. I’m not popular I’m not funny Nobody likes me I’m not cool I’m clumsy I’m huge… I’m fat Not skinny I drown myself in food It tastes so good When people’s words taste so bad What else can I do? It’s my only comfort It’s my only friend I shovel     Shovel        Shovel The tasty sugary, salty, buttery goodness into my mouth It’s my safe place Until My delicious heaven turns into a guilty hell I realize my error The food is the cause It adds on to my suffering People are starting to notice So what do I do? I eliminate it completely I ignore my needs I deny my suffering Why? Because someone actually called me beautiful So I keep going Trips to the doctor grow in size They have my cure It will surely be my downfall I’ll return to where I was before I ignore their words Why? To keep my crisp jawline My flat stomach My skinny legs My stick arms Because this is beautiful I keep going I walk miles on end My crackling lips are thirsty However my mind is thirstier To get that beach body But I can’t do that If I don’t put anything in You can see my bones My hair is brittle I can’t breathe I’m absent from school I’m dying… But I can’t see it I don't want to see it This... is beautiful I’m glowing But I can no longer look in the mirror I’m still not good enough I have to be perfect I keep going Until I can't anymore I can't get out of bed I can only carry one binder in my backpack I have to stop I need to stop But it's impossible on my own I get help And here I am Telling my story People love me People care Those who don't, don't matter I have style I’m talented I'm beautiful on my own Without my poison
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
My Story
What am I? Well… I can tell you what I’m not. I’m not popular I’m not funny Nobody likes me I’m not cool I’m clumsy I’m huge… I’m fat Not skinny I drown myself in food It tastes so good When people’s words taste so bad What else can I do? It’s my only comfort It’s my only friend I shovel     Shovel        Shovel The tasty sugary, salty, buttery goodness into my mouth It’s my safe place Until My delicious heaven turns into a guilty hell I realize my error The food is the cause It adds on to my suffering People are starting to notice So what do I do? I eliminate it completely I ignore my needs I deny my suffering Why? Because someone actually called me beautiful So I keep going Trips to the doctor grow in size They have my cure It will surely be my downfall I’ll return to where I was before I ignore their words Why? To keep my crisp jawline My flat stomach My skinny legs My stick arms Because this is beautiful I keep going I walk miles on end My crackling lips are thirsty However my mind is thirstier To get that beach body But I can’t do that If I don’t put anything in You can see my bones My hair is brittle I can’t breathe I’m absent from school I’m dying… But I can’t see it I don't want to see it This... is beautiful I’m glowing But I can no longer look in the mirror I’m still not good enough I have to be perfect I keep going Until I can't anymore I can't get out of bed I can only carry one binder in my backpack I have to stop I need to stop But it's impossible on my own I get help And here I am Telling my story People love me People care Those who don't, don't matter I have style I’m talented I'm beautiful on my own Without my poison
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Ol_Mad
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
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