Sunday, November 7, 2010

They all stare at me. Up and down and back. They don't see my breats or my hips, they only see a nightmare.
"You need to stop losing weight." they tell me.
But I don't listen.
I don't care what they say.
All I want is to be thin.
Hip bones so sharp, they could cut people.
Holes in my sternum.
Ribs so prominent you could hold pencils between the spaces.
I'm failing mirrors,
and scales,
and phone calls.
And that's the problem. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out.
But it's a lie.

1 comment:

  1. <3
    You have such a strong, intense heart. It stirs words and thoughts and feelings, it paints colour, it sings loudly. Your heartache seeps from the very tips of your tiny, frail fingers, through the keys of the computer you sit by, onto this page i stare at. I am falling into you, into your ocean of thought and feeling and aching and life.
    you capture me.
    Stay well, I couldn't be without you.
    One day, your heart; it will bring all the love in the world into your own veins, and rush warmth into your bones, through your skin.
    And you will shine; you will be amazing.
    Stay well, please.