I wanted bones.
I wanted stick thin wrists and jutting shoulder blades.
I wanted ribcage ladders leading to a faltering heart.
I wanted to die-
But I called it something else.
I called it perfect body.
I called it finally confident,
I called it happy and
They called it sick.
I challenged them with "willpower"
and they threw back "nine months to live if you keep this up."
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
I wanted bones.
I wanted stick thin wrists and jutting shoulder blades.
I wanted ribcage ladders leading to a faltering heart.
I wanted to die-
But I called it something else.
I called it perfect body.
I called it finally confident,
I called it happy and
They called it sick.
I challenged them with "willpower"
and they threw back "nine months to live if you keep this up."
