Anorexia isn't the way to happiness,
but it sure does up the self-esteem.
It's much more than skipping meals,
it's an art, a courage, a strength.
It's much harder than you think,
to have such a will,
to never eat a single thing.
To fight through the pain,
the urge to always eat.
To look into the mirror
and not barf from the horrible sight.
To step onto a scale and not cry
because it's still not low enough.
No, anorexia isn't the way to happiness,
it's a whole new lifestyle,
a whole new you.
And in the end,
that day does come,
when perfection seems
to have been reached.
Only to find
bones left behind,
with nothing of beauty
to retain.
But still, in that day,
no pound has been lost.
Because when you are anorexic,
you'll lose at any cost.
Reviews
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No bones about this
I shouldn't like this Skip but I do. It gives a terrific sense of a terrible thing without self pity, airs or graces. I thought the poem begged for you to come with a twist on 'happiness' for a finale, 'sweetest of miseries', exquisite torture, something like that. Just a thought. Good Write. >W< -
hey ski
i really liked the irony in this and i'm suprised i've never seen a poem on such a prevalent topic, i agree with windover, but i think it needs a final stanza.
dave -
I agree
with those who commented before me. I think what you have written is good, but unfinished. I think there needs to be some closure or conclusion to what you are saying. It's like missing the last chapter in a suspense thriller novel. But very good job on what is already written. please finish
TTYL
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Yes, I suppose. Thanks for the comment, I've been at the mountains, but I have added a ...possible "ending". Though it doesn't really seem to be apart of the original. Anywho, I would love it if you checked it out, tell me if it works or not!
thx,
Ash
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hmmmm
well.
I dated a girl with anorexia. I never saw her symptoms, but from what I read in all the notes she wrote me. you got it dead on. I really like this. I thought at first it was a rhyme, then it wasn't, then I had to re-read it, to get into the feel of it. I really like the reality you've given it. it's...how would you say....palpabul?? ( I can't spell) It's like an IFC movie, that shows every deatil, every thought....it's very good. Kudo's. you really are good.
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unique topic
went through it once, i know plenty of people that do it. i never want to go through it again... but then again mine was drug induced, not my own will -
A sad tale indeed.
Is that the Blah? Is it for the story? Because the poem is good. I sure hope that Blah wasn't a cheesburger. Seriously. I have an "adopted" daughter who started to go down that path at the young age of about eight. Her biological father started telling her she was getting fat because her stomache wasn't flat anymore. She would barely eat more than a little fruit every now and then. She finally understood that she was beautiful as herself. That it didn't matter what he thought she should look like. Again this is a good poem. I read you other comments and I see revised at the top so I guess you fed this one because the ending doesn't seem to thin to me.
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Of course it's not a cheeseburger, I'm a vegetarian!
But yeah, I used to have problems with stuff like this. It never got too bad, but I did get under 120 pounds, which it's good b/c I'm a little over 5'8". And b/c I was on the school soccer team, I would be running in the hot sun, which made me blackout sometimes. My coach used to get so mad, so I started eating more again. Lol. Now I'm getting chuncky! And yes, I did add some more to the bottom/ending. It was a bit weak, but I fixed it!
Thanks for the comments,
Ashley
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Windhover
August 18
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