"skinniest" poems
when i look
in the mirror,
i do not see the
“oh my god, you’re so skinny,”
i do not see the
“you need to eat more,”
not the
“there’s no way you’re not anorexic,”
not the
“i wish my body looked like yours.”
when i look
in the mirror,
i see the
“you’re fat,”
i see the
“she’s skinnier than you,”
i see the
“you need to be skinny, or you won’t get a husband,”
i see the
“eat less,”
i see the
"you need to be the skinniest one in your friend group,"
i see the
trans fat
saturated fat
cholesterol
sodium
dietary fiber
sugar
protein
Calorie Count.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
The skinniest tulip
Sways gently in a breeze
Comfortably and serene
Never does it ask why or how
It just knows that life is nice
And the sun is warm against it's growing leaves
Then a storm comes around
And the tulip finds a new emotion
Fear
And as she trembles she begins to wonder why
A sky that hung blue and brilliant above her
Decided to rain it's wrath down upon her
When she is innocent of anything
And though the tulip
Loses a petal that day
She's grown a little taller
That tulip continues to thrive that season
She gets very used to the rain and terror
So no longer does she ask why
But suddenly the winds get colder
And the tulip begins to wilt
With nothing to help her
As she spreads her leaf to the sky
She wonders
How a caring world
Could watch her die
Could see her helplessness
And seize to aide
Why Mother Earth, so prosperous and great
Let the tulip down that day
How something that helped her grow
That told her to always be strong
How
Could it let her down that way?
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Cassie and Lia
Or Ana and Mia?
I don't know who we are anymore
Best friends or competitors?
Both fighting for a place at the morgue
As the first snow falls,
Our blood intermingles
In a pact to be the skinniest of them all
And no one else can see
That we're stuck in a blizzard
Doing anything for beauty
Icy veins and frozen hearts
Numbers shrinking on the scale
Metallic blades leaving scars
Pretty pills and bathroom stalls,
Diet coke and working out,
This is all that we are
We used to be innocent Cassie and Lia,
But when I look in the mirror
I only see Ana and Mia
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror I don't like what I see
For once, can the skinniest one be me?
Mirror mirror on the wall
I want to be the skinniest of them all
Mirror mirror I'll make you a deal
Will you make me beautiful if I skip all my meals?
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm still not the skinniest of them all
Mirror mirror I don't like the number on the scale
Can I please skip to the end of this tale?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why aren't I the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror I only ate an apple today
Is that enough to keep the doctor away?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Didn't I deserve to be the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror my skin as white as snow
Won't be satisfied until I reach 0
Mirror mirror shattered on the ground
I try to scream but I can't make a sound
Mirror mirror, what have you done to me?
I once was your slave but now I want free
Mirror mirror I lay destroyed just like you
I won't let you take my life too
Mirror mirror I lay barely breathing on the floor
Hoping a prince will find me with a cure
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
I'm one of those blessed I know
To get along with my toes
So I took time out in my day
To give them all different names
The big toe I have on the right
I gave him the name of Frank
You may ask the reason why
But frankly it's escaped my mind
The one that's sitting next to him
I went ahead and named him Slim
Skinny is as skinny does
And he's the skinniest of the toes
Then there's the one in the middle
He's the one that loves to wiggle
So he needs a special name
And that is why I call him Dave
The toe that is next in line
Has gotten crooked over time
So I nicknamed him Senator
Which seems to suit him fine
And then there's little Pinky
But doesn't everyone I'm thinking
Try as hard as I might a new name to find
Pinky's the name that comes to mind
Don't you know when it comes to toes
And you have more than one of those
To cut out on the confusion
I gave them all names of my choosing
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
I asked Ana to help me,
be my best friend,
she said it would be hard
and once I start
there's no going back,
sometimes,
some people,
take it too far,
and can't stop.
She said there's no telling the outcome.
She's wrong in that sense,
I know the outcome,
the outcome is beautiful.
It doesn't matter if I'm a corpse,
I swear if this kills me
I'm going to be the skinniest corpse
you ever did see.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I might not have
the perfect smile.
I might not have
the perfect teeth.
I might not be the
skinniest person out there.
I might not be the
most beautiful human being.
I might not be the perfect person
and that's okay, because no one is
perfect.
We all have flaws.
Some are good at hiding them,
some are not.
The thing is,
you have to come to know that you are
special
unique
and beautiful
in your own ways.
I've learned that being negative
doesn't do anything
but make matters worse.
Being negative
doesn't really get you anywhere.
You become mopey
You don't ever feel good enough
about yourself or
about anything.
Change that problem,
I guarantee
that you will feel
so much better afterwards
but you will never achieve
if you keep it with you.
Let it go.
Just, let it go.
No matter how hard it is to forget.
Turn that negative attitude
into a positive attitude.
If I can do it,
you can do it.
I believe
that you will accomplish it
someday at sometime.
Whether you want to
or not,
just try.
Also think,
no one is making you feel that way
but yourself.
See the difference,
feel the difference.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm crazy, unstable and emotional.
My hair never lays quite right.
My clothes aren't the most expensive.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I talk to myself.
I see things that aren't there.
I'm not the skinniest girl ever.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm adamant in what I believe.
I'm loud and derranged.
My room is usually messy.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I care too much.
I'm too nice.
I hate school and my grades ****
I am no vessel for perfection;
and yet, she still seems to think
I am flawless.
I am the sunshine.
She says that I am her world.
She holds me when I cry.
Her kisses make me weak in the knees.
My hands fit perfectly in hers.
She says that I am her world.
She is my last missing puzzle piece.
Her beauty is remarkable.
I don't deserve someone so wonderful.
She says that I am her world;
She says that I am the one.
She asked me to marry her,
and all I could do was gawk.
I am no vessel for perfection;
But for some reason, she seems to think
I make the world go round.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
You're the one who made me feel that
I will never be the prettiest,
never be the skinniest,
I will never be the smartest,
never be anything.
So please stop expecting too much from me,
because I'm tired of feeling that I'm not good enough.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
Even the deepest blue couldn't make you feel as though it's all okay
Strangers arms grasping at your empty bones
Filling the gaps in your soul
Cars racing past the window on dark cold nights
Leaving you silent on grey balconies
The city is busy and you're alone
Smoking your cigarette
Hoping that chemicals will be better than crying
Blasting music and dancing in your skinniest little dress because at least the mirror loves you
Ripping up photos of forgotten memories
Memories that broke you and shattered your heart like a glass piggy bank
Wrapping lonely duvets around your broken silhouette
Your body curls and your heart races and your senses spike because being alone is horrifying without someone by your side
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Sometimes I worry
that I will always be
alone.
Oh, hey,
aren't I
cliche?
24-years-young
and talking
like an old maid.
But you know what,
**** whoever
decided that just
because you're young,
loneliness isn't a concern,
and just because you
have time ahead of you
doesn't mean
living without love isn't
painful.
Every man,
if you can even call them that,
that peaks my interest
finds a reason to say,
it's not you, it's me,
but at this point,
as I watch everyone around me
settle down and
find someone,
I can't help but wonder if
it's not them, it's me.
I try to think about
what I look like on paper.
I am the first to
admit my flaws.
I'm not the skinniest,
I'm not the funniest,
I'm not the coolest,
I talk too much,
I involve myself too often
and too deeply
in others,
I am overly sensitive,
I have never been popular,
and I'm sure
I could name at least
50 other things someone would
find less-than-favorable.
But then I try to remember that
I am ambitious,
I am bright,
I am kind,
I am empathetic,
I am family-oriented;
I have a lot of hobbies,
I can always hold a conversation,
and I've been told
I'm pretty
at least on an
occasion or two.
I'm not all good,
but I'm not all bad.
And I think, as
cheesy as it sounds,
that everyone is entitled to
love.
So I can't help but wonder
what I'm putting into the
universe,
what I'm lacking,
what more I need to do
before someone can love me;
**** even just staying
interested for more than
a couple weeks,
even that would suffice.
This isn't some self-deprecating,
some depressing
ode of a sad single girl.
It's just a series of words
to question
why
and where
and how
and when
I will find love,
why I'm
still lacking,
who I'm waiting for.
What
explanation
is there for
this loneliness,
for these years I've spent
love-less,
for even the years prior
where the "love" I felt
was so wrong
and destructive?
Is it me?
Or
Is it them?
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Love, love.
What is love?
Is it with someone who makes you happy?
For with you, am I happy.
Unrequited.
Fear, fear.
What is fear?
Why are you scared when it's only in your head?
Fear is 90% thought and 10% occurrence (that's what the Adults tell me)
Converse.
Beauty, beauty.
What is beauty? Who is beautiful?
Is it who wears the prettiest clothes, or has the skinniest legs, or the most pleasant face?
Nay, it's who ever has the best personality... right?
Negative.
Intelligence, intelligence.
What is intelligence?
Is it whoever gets the best grades?
Yet those who don't try as hard do better than me.
Exasperated.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
This is a story
Of the girl who was never the prettiest.
She was never the skinniest
Never the most popular
Never the absolute smartest
Never invited to all of the parties.
She was above average,
But never the best.
This is the story
Of the girl
Who lived to make everyone around her happy.
The girl who knew what it felt like to hurt
Knew what sobbing sounded like
Late in the night
When no one else was around.
This is the story of the girl
Who held her emotions inside
Because she wanted to help others
Instead of focusing on herself.
The story of the girl who forgot what happy
Felt like.
She forgot what it was like
To wake up in the morning
And not worry about what people might read in her face
Might see in her eyes
Might think about her appearance.
She couldn’t stop wondering
Why people never noticed
That underneath her perfectly composed
Wonderfully put together
Outer layer,
She was tearing at the seams.
This is the story of a girl
Who was living life
On the edge of a breakdown
Until her fall-down
Brought her around.
This is the story of the girl
Who got out of her town
Was forced to figure out who she was
And finally got the opportunity to make herself happy.
Finally stopped caring
What other people might think.
The girl
Who kissed the girl
Because that’s what was going to make her happy.
The girl
Who held her hand
Because that’s what she wanted to do.
The girl
Who came back home for break
And told her friends,
Through the terror and with a shaking voice,
That she has a girlfriend now
And she’s finally happy.
And listened with relief
As her two best friends
Said the things she always knew they would say.
“I don’t care who you like.
I don’t care what you do.
I’m glad you’re making yourself
Happy.”
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
"I'm in love with broken.
The weak, the powerless,
Seizable.
I want to help.
Not them, myself.
"Usage,"
A verb.
A synonym for life.
An alias for Marshall.
___________________________________________________
Sparked by a girl I was eyeing at the Vanguard performance. She was beautiful with pale skin and dark hair.
Her thigh gap was as large as possible.
Aside from the Jews in the Holocaust, she was one of the skinniest people I've seen.
God. What the hell.
Why must they all be broken?"
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
But you're totally worth it
You're worth life
You're living for a reason
Maybe you're not the funniest or the skinniest
But I know for sure that you're ******* awesome
So don't cut yourself
Don't **** yourself
I know how it feels
I've been in the hospitals
Don't surrender; don't give up
It gets easier
Thanks for being amazing
Please continue to bless this world with your presence
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
I was born premature
I came out tiny, skinny,
A whopping 3 pounds and whatever ounces
My parents told me they didn't expect me to have full use of my lungs
But I did
Premature babies don't grow very quickly in early childhood
But I don't think I ever saw that
I mean I always knew I was small
But I never realized how small
Looking back at all the pictures of me,
I was always the smallest, skinniest, and shortest kid around
The boys would scoop me up and carry me down the halls,
But not in the cute princess way
It was more of tossing around a toy
And I'd sit there kicking the hell out of them screaming to put me down
But it never occurred to me there was a reason I was so small
It was fourth grade and I weighed a whopping 47 pounds, the boys still carried me off, and I still didn't take it
Turns out, puberty wouldn't hit me like it would hit all the other girls
In fact, there wasn't even a need for my mom to have "the talk" with me
In fact, at seventh grade I didn't know what the hell a period was
I didn't even where bras.
In fact the first day of high school I wasn't wearing a bra!
And I cried the first day when I realized that holy **** everyone had bras on and I didn't even own one
And to my dismay I realized my mom had actually bought my little sister bras, but I didn't have any
And I was the point of interest at hushed family get togethers
Hearing hushed conversations like
Poor baby, it obviously won't happen any time soon
Im sure she will catch up
And I certainly didn't realize why my little sister was taller than me, bigger than me, and now curvier than me!
That was my job ******
And my favorite was when my mom introduced us to friends and they would always ask my younger sister how high school was and I would have to interrupt and say "Hi I'm the oldest actually"
I never thought it to do with the timing of my birth
But now I'm discovering that it turns out preemies are at high risk for physical developmental problems, learning disabilities (especially with math), ADHD, depression, psychosis, and anxiety in the teenage years
And much more likely if the birth weight was under 4 pounds! (Me)
But just like when I was four and the boys carried me and took turns lifting me off my feet
I won't let it stop me
I won't let it get to me
Being a preemie is tough.
Especially when you were born as early as I was, and as small as I was
I'll always look younger, I'll never look my own age, and I'll never be very curvy,
But I guess that's just something to add to the list of things that are supposed to hold me back.
I won't let them
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I haven't done dishes in weeks because I haven't needed them yet.
I refuse to say it's my tummy grumbling because tummy sounds cute but mine isn't so my stomach is grumbling and it's loud but not louder than black coffee and cigarettes
(that's what skinny girls are made of, didn't you know?)
my room-mate is worried and my best friend can smell it and I am fat.
please excuse me if my voice cracks. I've got something in my throat but it isn't ***** and it isn't food
it's my heart. There's no room for it in my ribcage anymore so it jumped into my vocal cords and maybe that's why I told her she was exceptional last night
(she isn't)
I don't weigh myself because I don't have batteries for the scale and maybe that's a good thing because Ana won't stop whispering in my ear until I look lovely
(no matter how close to 100 I am she's not happy)
so won't you please excuse me while I look for my ribcage?
you'll find me in a churchyard next time we meet
and I hope I'm the skinniest angel.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
I sat on my bathroom floor, body shaking uncontrollably.
I had just thrown up another meal, I couldn't stop it from happening.
"Oh yes, dear mother, the food was delightful…"
Little did she know, that nothing I ever ate, stayed to be digested.
People might ask, why would she do this to herself?
Well, she might answer:
There once was a girl who wasn't the tiniest, the prettiest, or skinniest, who longed to be someone else.
She weighed 130 pounds, although one might not think this as heavy, all the other kids did.
She was bullied and called names: she was fat and ugly. Evenutally, there came a point to where she broke down.
Becoming what she is, was the best decision, she'd ever made…but laying there on the bathroom tile…she wasn't sure.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I remember the day I realized I was fat.
I was probably ten years old, and a little chunkier than my peers.
I still have that feeling now, over ten years later.
Looking in the mirror everyday, lifting my shirt, looking at my body.
But it's not good enough.
I want to be smaller.
I used to not eat hardly at all.
Just enough to make my mom feel like I was.
Then, I barely ate because I wasn't hungry, and I was too busy.
Now, at my skinniest as an adult, I still don't feel good enough.
Sometimes I think about what I'd look like if I lost twenty pounds.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm okay with how I look, but it never lasts for long.
That hate will creep up with no warning, and then I'm back to pointing out my fat spots.
I just want to feel beautiful.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I am not them.
They are not me.
We are meant to contrast;
Not compare.
So, why can't you see,
I just want to be me.
I might not be
The smartest
Fastest
Funniest
Prettiest
Or skinniest
But Mom and Dad
Shouldn't I be enough,
Just being me?
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
i may not have the skinniest hands
but i still want someone to hold them
i may not have the smallest waist
but i still want someone to cuddle me
and i may not let people in
but i still need someone to love me
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
you quickly quipped cunning comments
in the skinniest jeans west of the mississippi
sighing softly then,
glancing to the left to keep an eye on the spider
scurrying on the wall.
you emerged triumphantly
luminously translucent
like a goddess of the noon sun
your eyes skipped mine in a beat
seconds behind my own
and with the final say from your fist
the walls began to fall
and outside, the small southwestern suburb
watches with fascination as the spider skids away.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Landlocked love,
Stowaway hearts,
With or Without a spark.
Fire spurs out of the muddy dark,
It whimpers and cries,
Theres a deep battle inside,
The day the stowaway heart arrives.
The skinniest lover,
Have the loudest hearts.
Landlocked love,
Doomed from the start,
A watery grave,
The conversation fades,
To the depths of a page,
Landlocked lovers,
cobblestone soul,
rough embers bush up,
as the fire unfolds,
Moon lights gaze,
against the amber bleached skin,
The day will come when we can be friends.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
The teenage boy struggling to fall asleep said,
“What am I if I'm not the skinniest guy?
What am I if I don't have enough abs?
What if I'm not the stereotypical strong man?
Can I still be somebody?
Can I be somebody if I don't have many special talents?
Or if my special talents are what some would call weird?
If I don't make the pros, am I still good enough?
If I don't go to college, is that okay?
If I lose my friends or my family, will I still know who I am?
Will I still be me?”
At this point God stepped in and said,
“Of course you will still be you.
I created you, I made you, and even if
You don't know who you are, I do.
You are my special child,
And I knew everything about you from the very beginning.
So don't worry. I love you.”
And so the boy let his head fall,
And his eyes close,
And surrendered his everything, his all
To the one who knows.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
My best friend's nickname is Ana.
No one can see her, but only I can feel her, everybody can see her in me.
I take it as a compliment because I am winning.
But everyone who says they love and care for me sees it as me losing and need help.
But I am winning and don't need help, winning at being the skinniest, winning at eating no calories. Winning at seeing and feeling the bones spike through my body. Doing all of this with the help of my best friend Ana. Shes all I need.
Why does everyone say I am losing, when I am winning?
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC