FirstToGo

Sharp bony edges Represent pain.. Curved hollow stomach Weakness retains Noticeable ribcage Pale see-through skin Digested emotions Starvation wins She loathes the body she wears Her reflection only eats her They mock her diseased skeleton And rejection burns her deeper

          I always saw her in the hallway of our high school. She was usually alone, clutching her school books to her chest. The way she glided through the halls, I could watch her for hours. The gaunt shape of her face, and the way her sunken in eyes and protruding cheekbones caught the light made it seem she was constantly frowning. She rarely wore revealing clothes, but when she did, the sight was appalling. Her collar bones sharply stuck out from the flesh, looking as if they were going to tear the skin. To me, however, she was beautiful.         Often I saw her sitting alone, a fashion magazine in her bony hands. She would examine the

I found a picture in my box, Hidden by hundreds more. The dazzling photo caught my breath, I met this girl before. Clothed in a gown of satin and silk, She held my eyes forever. Light spilled upon her beautiful face; Smile lit brighter than ever. Set flowing against her flawless frame, Was an illuminating gold. Each sparkling piece above her chest Reflecting light as they were told. Beyond this dress was something more, What pulled me from the start. Her figure, her eyes, this pretty girl Completely stole my heart. Mesmerized in her perfection, I couldn't help but count the ways. My hand took to her every line; An unexplain

Where is the girl I used to be, With happiness and life so plain to see? Is she sleeping, deep inside? How much longer will she hide? Where's the girl who read at night, Stifling her yawns, by torchlight? Will she ever care again? Will her smile cease to be pretend? Where's the girl that didn't need, A mask to smile, a cut to feed, Who didn't count calories in her head, Who didn't count the days until she's dead. Where's the girl who didn't hate the thought, Of seeing the calories rise above a nought, The girl who didn't, at the sight, Of a full plate, weep tears of fright? I've lost the girl who always knew how, Those parts

As I watch my desperate friend each day wasting away a little more- can't help but think it's all my fault in the end  I knew. knew of your disgust with yourself knew what really happened behind closed doors I should have taken away the pain behind those starved eyes- eyes that cried inside for something more.. But instead i just keep letting it happen  letting you die slowly but what happens when-   there's nothing left of the friend i once knew? Don't leave me here  Don't leave me high and dry I need you here         Don't leave me. I want you to be happy- but this isn't the way your sight is clouded, i just wish you

My stomach grumbles in protest- I ignore it. I will suceed in this in this plan to lose those parts of me that are unworthy and ugly. It seems that bones are beautiful, I will be beautiful one day- I will suceed I will not feel embarassed by the size I am. Or by the clothes I wear. I will be beautiful. I promise you that by the time this is over- I will be. I'll be someone new. Someone better. Someone thin I will be Beautiful.

She's so thin.   So unbelievably, unbearably thin.   I can see her bones moving in her flesh,     I think if she falls - she will shatter - like glass. She's probably hasn't eaten today.    Just water, she says, for tonight. It's not just for tonight. It's for yesterday night and tomorrow night.                           However long she can hold out. Her face has sunken in,    eyes large and pained        like emaciated children on the TV. She's so hungry,  but they call to her, congratulating her - "You look so pretty!""You look good!""You're so fit!""So skinny!"   And she loves it. She loves the praise. The attenti

Once upon a time A girl’s friend asked her, “Darling, why do you Always wear a sweatshirt Or tie one around your stomach (Like a tourniquet) Every day, even in The heat of summer?” The girl laughed. “That’s simple, Beauty. The geometry classroom is cold And it chills me to the Bone.” “Why are you so cold all The time, Darling?” The naïve friend asked. The girl laughed again. “That’s simple, Beauty. I almost never wear my sweatshirt. If I wore a sweatshirt all the time, People would assume I had a problem, An eating disorder.” The girl’s friend thought for a