Harsh Reality

After a meal with my friends,

I rush to the bathroom

I stare at the mirror with shame

I never stop eating so I’m the one to blame

My thighs are too big and my face is too chubby

I turn away with disgrace, and head to the stall.

2 fingers down my throat, and I end it all.

They say I’m bulimic,

They call it a fatality

What they don’t know is that this has become my reality.

 

I won’t go near food.

I will not eat it.

My friend, always ask

But I say I’m not hungry,

I’m starving.

Starving for affection.

Starving for beauty.

Starving for my life to be something different.

They call me anorexic.

Anorexia, bulimia, and binge

These words make you want to cringe

Before the media they didn’t exist.

So stop looking at others

And there will be no list

Everyone looks different,

You’ll just have to embrace it.

Because in the end

You’ll have to face it.

You are who you are

And that is beautiful.

No matter what

Don’t let anyone change it.

 

 

Author's Note

could you give me on some advice on what to change? and maybe suggestions for a better title? or is the title i have good?
thanks !

Reviews

[Angelic Surrender]

I like the title and the whole poem. It really hits home for me since i kinda have a bit of this problem. My bf says I'm skinny, but if i feel the tiniest bit of fat on me i freak out. This is a great piece. Thanks for sharing.

[Simply_Stylish]

I think YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE will also be a nice title for the poem. Overall, beautiful imagery!

[Hana Linzi]

I loved your poem, a great topic toping to talk about. Maybe a top like Living to suit other maybe? or life as no one knows it

[Wondering Mind]

I don't see any need to change anything, except ,may be add a k to"as" in the second stanza... And the reality may be harsh, but the writer has accepted it, so the title could be revisited.... Anyway, good message in an age of photoshopped beauty.