Boney girl wants to be something.
So much bigger than she is
So she tugs and pinches her skin
wants to be skinny
not satisfied with too thin.
On a Sunday afternoon
Locked away in her bedroom
Flicking through the magazines
At rich and perfect bulimic queens
She pledges to take control of her life
To wear her pain on the outside.
She says it’s a liberating kind of spite
Cause I do this for myself
Not for john or tom or mike.
So you can keep your curves
And I’ll keep getting thinner
You can keep your greed
She who resists is the real winner
This is really good and right about now a really key topic in this country(and world, at least the first world), sadly amongst quite a few.
That's a controversial poem, and even though I'll never understand eating disorders you did a real good job writing about it.. I'm still sort of blown away about just how honest you got.. but it was really good.