She said "please take just one more bite , then you can leave the table"
I push the food around my plate ,
I dont know if im able.
Skinny wrist and tiny arms
And never fitting in , clothes that
All hang baggy , its a battle i cant win.
I assume that they can hear me
In the bathroom down the hall,
Getting rid of that last meal ,
To make myself feel small.
They make my favorite meals ,
To try and keep me pleased ,
They dont understand my
Sickness, this is a disease.
The world shoves it down our throats, how women and girls should be , perfect hair and body and not over a size three.
This sickness has been an anchor , my hands and feet are tied. The qualities that matter shouldnt be found on the outside.
I wish that i felt good enough ,
And expectations would be fair ,
So i could eat what i wanted ,
And no one would have to care.
Soooo i watched the season finale of The Biggest Loser last night and i was heartbroken to see the winner had lost a seriously unheathly amount of weight to win, she went from 266 to 105 ... She looked awful. And it made me want to write something about how serious eating disorders are ..skinny is not healthy.