Starving for Perfection

This is a true story in poem form.

Being able to see my bones,
having people compliment how thin I am,
people telling me I have lost weight,
That's what not eating,
and over-exercising,
has done to me.

I love how my ribs look,
pushing through my skin,
and yet,
I'm still not thin enough,
for my mind to agree,
that I am thin.

My mind won't agree,
with what my eyes see,
So I continue to eat,
the bare minimum I can.

The hunger I feel,
the pain in my gut,
gives me comfort,
and makes me feel,
as thin as I want.

I just want to be,
Thin as possible,
I'm tired of feeling,
over-weight,
unwanted.

I continue to starve,
even when I know I shouldn't,
because I can't believe my eyes,
when they tell my brain,
I'm thin,
or beautiful.

My brain is set,
on making me think,
I'm ugly,
and very very fat.

I want to eat,
but it makes me gag.

Is it wrong,
that seeing bone,
still won't convince me,
I'm thin?

Reviews

[Chloe Christine]

Really nice! From what I've read, your description is 100% what it's like.
To have a disorder is something most people can't understand.
And i think they could from poetry.
Spread this onee, it could do some good!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Strongest prose I've read on here so far, a relative war waged on sincerer angst and fear, well done!

[Glarthir]

Stupid other review didn't show my heart.

[Tasha]

Wow, this was so powerful and strong, you did a very good job.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Powerful poem my friend.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

In a world of super thin models, young girls try to be like them with disasterous consquences. Strong poem my friend.