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I fell from my high, hard...
I let you hold me down
crawling,crying,crashing
I bend myself to fit inside your expectations
dying,dreading,disgusted, dissapointed in my body
I twist to fit the distortion in the mirror
small,sweet,unsettled
I wish for fragile bones,ribs showing
bathing suit body
small breasts
I wander into a trap...
I am my oppression
I realize that no one can save me
I realize I don't want to save myself
An age old problem that millions suffer from. Fortunatly in this day and age, standard sheep mentality is giving away to variety. Nowadays there is a person that appresiates each person and in many ways. there is always someone who doesn't want those bones with skin on them. There are people that don't find the model look appealing. Nice to look at sometimes but certainly nothing worth wanting.
Greetings Chole, I really enjoyed this poem. Everyone is self concious about the way they look especially in this day and age when being emaciated is seen as being "sexy". Well done.