Disorders of the PeopleA Poem by WillaDanversHumans weren't built to be perfect, but they weren't built to suffer the judgements of others either. Be kind.We don’t know what you want, Only assumptions from society, Small bodies, with thigh gaps, Lean torsos and limited fat,
We find ourselves so wrapped up, Checking those numbers in scale, Pinching the fat behind the mirror, Finding the errors of our figures,
Some do it for the other sex, Others want to be perfection in skin, To feel happy with themselves, The must be skin, bone, and nothing,
It starts out innocently, But morphs into something deadly, From a little weight loss and trimming, To measuring every single morsel,
Finally, we find happy in the mirror, And then sometimes asks us to eat, I can see your bones so easily, Please just eat some more food,
I can see between your thighs, And your legs don’t touch at all, Not even your knees, Please, just eat some more food,
If only it were that easy, We have different ideas of beauty, Yours, strong and healthy, Mine, thin and without fat,
We don’t know what we want, Society is controlling us complete, Eat more, don’t be so skinny, Stop eating, you don’t want to be fat,
It’s a thin line that we walk, Or a thin line that we eat, Starting out so innocently, But ending in so much trouble,
Eating disorders, mental disorders, Neither can fight forever, When society is always there, Belittling, and casting us down. © 2018 WillaDanversAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 1, 2018 Last Updated on February 1, 2018 AuthorWillaDanversAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..Writing
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