Acceptance.

Acceptance of a Teenage girl,
Could make or break her entire world.
The things she would do to get it,
I hope she atleast, one day, regrets it.
 
99 pounds, she weighed.
99 pounds, on the 3rd of May.
That night she was so pleased with herself,
She actually ate, her stomach swelled.
 
But nothing is ever perfect long,
Because the next day,
Her weight was wrong.
102, thats far too much.
 
Above 100, what a headache,
She starved and starved, to fix her wieght.
14 years old, she never ate.
Oh, but she did, and she didn't care,
To wake up at 5 and fix her hair.
 
14 years old, 99 pounds,
She still wished for a slim 79,
Emaciated, in her prime.
 
She stayed up all night, and not by choice.
She never slept, she heard this voice.
 
The voice that whispered, and touched her hair.
The voice that never got her anywhere.
Anywhere but down.
The voice could praise, but instead, gave a forever frown.
 
'Too fat, too loathed, you're going to die here,
in my arms, don't fret or fear'
That scared the girl, but atleast it was acceptance,
That night she pondered, unrelentless.
 
Then the next day, the boy she loved, was now not her's to love.
That night she lost 3 pounds.
3 pounds of tears, 3 pounds of blood.
 
All she needed was a little care,
But to ask for that she did not dare..
She starved and starved,
Then maybe, she hoped, she'd be back in his arms.
 
Then one morning, dew drops shimmered,
She fell, too weak, to scream or shiver.
She let one single tear escape,
No reason to cry, she knew her fate.
 
Atleast she was accepted,
In the funeral parlor that night,
She did regret it,
Her casket was light.
 
She got her wish,
She died 68 pounds,
Without a bit of blood,
Her scars remained,
She was so misunderstood.
 
Her ghost was harbored.
In the parlor,
Her voice it whispers,
'Too fat, Too loathed'
All because nobody missed her.