A Girl That I Know

There’s a girl that I know with a smile so bright,
Her teeth even whiter than the stars in the night.
Her hair long and silky matched with honey-coloured eyes,
A style that resembled a breathtaking sunrise.
She loved with her heart like there was nothing to lose,
Ambitious, ecstatic, and sometimes confused.
No worries at all, just wild and carefree,
This girl that I know at the age of thirteen.

There’s a girl that I know whose smile’s starting to fade,
Her hair’s begun thinning and her eyes sort of glazed.
To the girls in her class, she just couldn’t compare,
Not pretty, not skinny, not wanted, “Not fair.”
Too far behind in this race to pull a win,
She thought “I just need to change. I have to be thin.”
Jealous, but determined to live the petite life she sees,
This girl that I know at the age of fifteen.

There’s a girl that I know who just can’t catch a break,
Stuffs herself with salads, but she wishes to have cake.
Do cardio, some yoga, then a five mile run,
It’s been all of 4 hours, it’s not even fun.
Restricting and bingeing, she just can’t commit,
But she’s almost at her goal, there’s no time to quit.
Smaller and smaller til she’s barely even seen,
This girl that I know at the age of eighteen.

There’s a girl that I know who’s no wider than a stick,
The thought of gaining weight makes her feel awful sick.
A rib cage, some hip bones, and a bigger thigh gap,
She thought she’d be happy, so why’s she feel like crap?
She’s dainty, and skinny, like all those girls at her school,
But what was the cost, had she just been a fool?
All she wanted to be was happy and carefree,
All this I know, because that girl is me.

Author's Note

Working on being more profound with my writing, any tips?

Reviews

[albee]

it is profound...an inside view of a smoldering epidemic since Twiggy's boney legs walked into female form idealism..i enjoyed the rhymes and they don't torture the lines...but the rhymes...gave me a light hearted feeling, and smiles...felt a little guilt smiling at such a profound painful reality in our culture...

[mattavelli]

Hello, Chicky! :)
I think its lovely, and clearly expressed. For more profound, I suggest metered lines. I imagine an anorexic mind could enjoy the restrictions of that style of writing.