Look at the thin girl with the hungry eyes,
Sharp bones uneasy in their tight skin wrapping
Straining to slice through,
Ill-concealed by their papery prison.
Her clothes have grown to swallow her.
Skeletal limbs too heavy for her.
Still she begrudges her scant haggard flesh
Still she devours only vacuous dreams
Still she wrings out her empty stomach
Still she chokes out her meagre meals
Still she cheats death with every lost bite
Do not try to convince her
She has learned to dismiss
The squalling of her thwarted body
The throes of her famished heart
Your words are just another insidious whisper
So watch her wither before your eyes
See her youthful bloom fade untimely
Wonder why her fevered gaze is so blind
Wait till her corpse can no longer breathe.
[This poem is based on my personal experiences with eating disorders. I have watched, helpless and bewildered, as people very close to me suffered from anorexia. It had seemed inconceivable to me then how someone could have such a warped and delusional opinion of their own body image.
And then I myself succumbed briefly to bulimia in my late teens. Overcoming it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. Thankfully, I’ve never had a relapse.]