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I used to **** my stomach in, Till my lungs would ache and split, Then I learned to pull my muscles up, And I'd find a better fit. I learnt from magazines, and TV shows, The things that told us, To always shrink, to never grow. I learnt from my mother and my sister, Who would sit and pinch their thighs, With a sigh and a shriek, About needing to go down a size. I became obsessed, But not with food, wine, or shopping, My obsession was with the fat under my skin, Growing fast and never stopping. I became obsessed with numbers, Numbers even though I hated math, People telling me to stop, to eat, The voices in my head would clash. I feared that I would grow, But also I would shrink, Fingers trailing gaunt on skin, My madness slipping from the brink. I feared that I wouldn't wake up, The next morning, the next week, But I couldn't stop myself from finding, The skinny I'd always seek. I'm not fat, I know I'm not, And I know weight does not define me, But I see the bone, I strive to see it more, Without bone what would I be?
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
Learning, Obssession, Fear
I used to **** my stomach in, Till my lungs would ache and split, Then I learned to pull my muscles up, And I'd find a better fit. I learnt from magazines, and TV shows, The things that told us, To always shrink, to never grow. I learnt from my mother and my sister, Who would sit and pinch their thighs, With a sigh and a shriek, About needing to go down a size. I became obsessed, But not with food, wine, or shopping, My obsession was with the fat under my skin, Growing fast and never stopping. I became obsessed with numbers, Numbers even though I hated math, People telling me to stop, to eat, The voices in my head would clash. I feared that I would grow, But also I would shrink, Fingers trailing gaunt on skin, My madness slipping from the brink. I feared that I wouldn't wake up, The next morning, the next week, But I couldn't stop myself from finding, The skinny I'd always seek. I'm not fat, I know I'm not, And I know weight does not define me, But I see the bone, I strive to see it more, Without bone what would I be?
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18/F/Australia
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
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