Tw!
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Only starving to please you
What did I ever do?
The man in the mirror I don’t recognise
Looking gaunt with tears in her eyes
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Never eating
Feeling defeated
Weak and thin
Frail as sin
Fainting and headaches
I’ll do what it takes
to keep up this pretty little lie
The mirror spews its harsh abuse
I’m starting to think it’s telling the truth
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Why do I starve to feel normal
Can you accept me the way that I am?
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC
Tw!
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Only starving to please you
What did I ever do?
The man in the mirror I don’t recognise
Looking gaunt with tears in her eyes
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Never eating
Feeling defeated
Weak and thin
Frail as sin
Fainting and headaches
I’ll do what it takes
to keep up this pretty little lie
The mirror spews its harsh abuse
I’m starting to think it’s telling the truth
Sticks and stones
Skin and bones
Why do I starve to feel normal
Can you accept me the way that I am?
This poem is pretty personal so I was weary about sharing it here. It’s not very good but it is about my own struggle with eating disorders and body dysmorphia
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