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Anorexia
She is made of numbers.
Not muscle
or bone
or god forbidding, fat.
She is only numbers
upon the scale,
tracing her arms,
her belly,
her thighs;
always shrinking
numbers going down,
but never quickly enough
for her to fully disappear
as she wishes.
Not muscle
or bone
or god forbidding, fat.
She is only numbers
upon the scale,
tracing her arms,
her belly,
her thighs;
always shrinking
numbers going down,
but never quickly enough
for her to fully disappear
as she wishes.
Published 21st Aug 2012
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22nd Aug 2012 2:13am
wow! i do not have anorexia and im a guy! buy i can totally relate to this!! you described that feeling very well! i like.
22nd Aug 2012 4:51am
6th Nov 2012 1:47am
I can relate to this suject very well.You've fit everything so beautifuly into this piece.Beautiful just soul touching <3
14th Apr 2014 1:12am
this has been my life since i was seven. i am now eighteen... speaks to my heart.
17th Jul 2018 4:57am
Hey so i feel this and i used to seek these kind of poems to help my anorexia thrive but hang in there one day it will be better you won't hurt from trying to slowly kill yourself and i wish there was a way to show you what i mean quick and easy but I wish for less pain for you. but recovery is truly my friend and I love her and god i loved my ed but know i know idk anyway i wish you luck
