One Size Fits All

  
   
I can wrap my fingers around my wrist,    
I can fit a size 0, I weigh less than 100.    
I'm thin, but when you look at me, do you think it's enough to die?    
Is my face so sunken in that you can't help but stare and wonder why?    
Do you think I'm anorexic, or that I do the scouts honor?    
Do you secretly hope I'm getting professional help from a doctor?    
My guess is no.  
   
Because well, you can't see my ribs, and I have an at-risk chin    
and when I sit down my thighs spread like a drop of oil in a basin.    
My bones don't stand out like a rock under the sheets,    
and I'm not struggling to fill in the seams.    
Perhaps you've seen me eat, so I must just be lucky,    
that I can pack down as many calories and still have a flat tummy.    
So no, you might say. I'm not skinny enough.  
   
I'm not skinny enough to be eyeing food,    
but deciding to bail because I think I have pounds to lose.    
I'm not skinny enough either to be spitting it out,    
to be swallowing laxatives or writing calories down.    
I'm not skinny like the anorexic girl on TV.    
This logic, is exactly why so many suffer silently.  
Somehow it's been decided "One Size Fits All"    
   
Now, when you say these things, didn't you know    
it only makes us try harder to be skin and bones.