The Hopeful Life of a Self-Loathed Teenage Girl
It started innocently in high school
Entering those broad double doors
Gazing at the slender and sleek girls
Wishing I could be one of them
I was content with what I had
Until I got those looks of
Disgust
Repulsion
Detestation
It continued on from there
Going to the mall with my friends
They try on swimsuits
I stay behind
Magazines litter the walls of my world
They show the beauty of life
Things I can never be…
Pretty
Thin
Happy
I start to eat healthier
Fruits, veggies, water
Exercise till my breath is out
But it’s not enough… still not enough
Skipping lunch will lead to faster results
Running more will get rid of fat
Maybe no more dinner either
Then I will finally achieve…
Perfection
Beauty
Attraction
I stop hanging out with friends
They influence me to eat
And I can’t have that
So I stay home
Step into the kitchen
So many choices
But I choose water
Then run three miles…
Six miles
Nine miles
Till I collapse
All my friends got asked to prom
But not me
It’s because nobody wants to go with a fat cow
Nobody wants to go with me
I feel lighter
But my mirror tells me different
It’s because I actually ate today
So for the first time I bring it back up….
Once
Twice
All the time
My friends complain they never see me
Tell me I have a problem
But I don’t.
Because I am in control
I snapped at my mother
When she asked why I never ate
She says she’s worried about me
She says that I’m beautiful…
Smart
Kind-hearted
All lies
My best friend said I was “seriously ill” today
She’s got it all twisted up
I just want to be like everyone else
Not who I am now
I weighed myself
Still not light enough
But if I don’t eat I will faint
But if I do, I will gain a pound
Two pounds
Five pounds
Ten Pounds
I fainted at school today
And woke up at the hospital
My mom was crying
The doctors were talking
They’re sending me somewhere
A place to gain weight
I don’t want to go
They say it will make me healthier
Stronger
Happier
Content
I hate it here
They make me consume calories
I’m not allowed to exercise
And I have to talk to a therapist
Friends send letters
Mom calls
I lay in bed
And cry
Cry
Cry
Cry
I snuck into the bathroom
Told them I had to go
When really I wanted the food back up
Needed to feel light
But I stopped in front of the mirror
And I saw this figure
I didn’t recognize
She was small
Bony
Pale
Me
I’m doing better
Two months clean
I am starting to eat
I begin to accept myself
My therapist had me burn magazines today
Let go of the negative
It felt good
I felt happy
Scared
But hopeful
I was released today
I hugged my mom
Called my friends
Slowing started my life back up
I now know what I did was dangerous
I didn’t realize how valued I was
More importantly I didn’t love myself
But now I know I’m….
….Beautiful
…. Loved
…. Unique
Happy.