She could see her arm through the sleeves of her dress They rested so far from one of the sides And yet the mirror said she needed to be more light. Most of the days She was afraid she would be too much For a guy to own Her heart had long been strangled By her load And so she no longer ate. But, here she was months later Owning half of what she had And yet carrying too much , Her heart was a bit afloat But still dragged was her soul For the mirror said She needed to be more hollow.
Her ribs poked her chest, She felt them with her fingers When she was in her room alone, No one could see them, She wouldn't let anyone so close But she wondered if they could feel those bones Maybe they would have considered her light. Undressed after a bath She would turn around at the mirror Gazing at her backbone- gazing back . It was all so clear now You could almost count the bones Yet the mirror said she must be a bit more hollow. Her hands were now so much more thin You could hold them in the stretch of your thumb And maybe your little finger And even though you would laugh at her length She would be scared by your touch So that you do not know.
Of all the things she lost, Her sullen cheeks to her coat, Her smile was the thing she misses most. Now her smile was too empty, Previously it was fastened to her face Now the hollow mouth almost appears As if her smile would just fall of, She is now shy to smile She often wonders back to the day When that guy had said She had a beautiful smile. But you wouldn't know Photographs never really captured her Now not anymore.
She often stumbles now, Lighter to her feet She does get up herself, But she wonders now and then If it had been because most of her Was now gone. So vacantly, emptily she walks A few watch her go, The world is the mirror With no memory of the past, It still calls her heavy With no appreciation of what she has become. She has lost herself And the world needs her To lose herself more. She wonders if it's time To have their demands finally denied. How much more could she afford to lose ? How long until she dies?
Its stupid I feel to talk of something so trivial as weight or appearance when we have greater things to speak of but there is no denying that are thousands of us who have always hated the way we look and the world has not always been kind. And yet we are who we are.