Can I Be Beautiful

The growling means it's shrinking,
the pain means one day I'll be pretty.

Starving for attention is the name of the game,

you have to be a certain size to gain affection.

Too fat, too many chins, my thighs touch,

skipping meals, dragging blades across my skin

just to finally feel beautiful.

Humans kill flowers for their beauty

while we kill ourselves to become the same thing.

I just wish one day to be "good enough."

My innocence crushed, self confidence shattered.

 

I tell myself after another pound I can eat again,

that pound turns to two, then three.

The cuts seem deeper as the pressure builds on me

releasing the pain through my veins.

one cut, two cut, three pounds, four,

no matter what happens the thing in the mirror

will always be worse than before

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

It is absolutely wrong the lenghts we go to to attain what is accepted as beautiful.You have penned this very well:)

[Laura Harrison]

This is a very raw and emotional piece. You did an excellent job of portraying the pressure us humans put on ourselves to be pretty and perfect. And I don't know how this doesn't have any reviews!