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Those words, The ones that tear you apart piece by piece. The little words.
! ! THIS IS NOT A POEM ! ! this is just to spread awareness of skinny shaming. So you want to be the skinny girl right? well let me show you whats so "good" about it. "bones" ok.
Today I am wearing anything but black solely to hide the fact that I am just sticks… Just sticks set up in such a way that if you even tap my shoulder… you will be impaled without intention
Our faces bounced off of every wall, as well as the bodies of many with faces of despise, Some of theirs would shrink and some of theirs would swell
just words written down nothing more nothing less until they were words about bodies respect food fuel no longer words but a path to recovery
Hi, I'm skinny I am five feet seven inches and weigh one hundred and five pounds Yes, I have a flat stomach Yes, You can see my collar bones Yes, I have a thigh gap And no, that does not make me beautiful
I wanted to be skinny to fix all that I saw to bring myself some dignity and try to get through it all. I made myself a plan. I was ready to follow through. But now I'll be stuck all fat and alone
In my youth it was hidden the color of my hands the sun on my blonde hair the glisten of my green eyes and the accompanying announcment to society of an all american girl who had everything she wanted
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud. Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love but not allowed to love ourself?
I’m short. Really? Are you SERIOUS? I NEVER noticed! Thank you for informing me. I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough to reach the cupboard Without standing on my toes
Your breathing is ragged. Your lungs are on fire. Your body is exhausted, but you continue.
I am.. Skinny but Fat
Some people judge you Most people want to be you What do I want? Acceptance I can’t change who I am This is the only life I have I will always be Too skinny
you love to call me thick that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight . You tell me to put salad on my plate . I heard you World , to be honest . This pound cake is too good and it already on my plate .
"Skinny isn't beautiful; curvy is."
I look in the mirror You know what I see? Such an unhappy girl Staring back at me. She sits and she stares Waiting for something to change Too much darkness to bare That nests in her brain.
I know my value.I know my worthand some of you just aren't worth my time.
5'8 107 Pounds 23" waist Yes I'm SKINNY Does my outer appearance bother you? I'm happy with my body rather you like it or not. All you are worried about is TITS and ASS.
With an empty stomach I go to bed. There is no food for me tonight. With an empty stomach I wake up. The result of the night before is taking its effect.
clickclickclickclick goes the key board as i sip my morning tea. Spiling, gushing ,spewng my deepest trauma and heatache. My therapy, your guilty pleasure. The best job, if you ask me, is that of a writer.
I'm back, but I'm falling apart I'm back, but I'm lacking the heart, That I need to keep movingAnd what do I think I'm proving? Starving for attentionReceiving it in the form of tension,
I once was A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare The devil on my back Crawled in my head
i look down my toes are wiggling nurvously, as the blinking number between my feet is not where i want it to be. i close my eyes. tight. tighter.
Being skinny my whole life, I’ve gotten a lot of: “How lucky are you. You never gain any weight, You can eat anything you want. You’re so lucky, I wish I was you” I am so lucky.
Perfume "He says you smell good
she looks at herself in a mirror she looks at her face at first glance she is relieved she feels okay that this is who she is and in okay with the fact that she cant change that
Inside, they consume me the words of society filled with rejection My heart aches and throbs as I'm wrapped in the image of pure pefection Yet I can not grasp
Digging deep down inside, There's no place to ride, I feel a since of emptiness, that sometimes I can not hide, Who cares about my up bringing, I surley am not suprised,
Size 0..next..1..next.. 2..next..3 ..next.. 4..5.. wait wheres the rest?
Count the calories, count the pounds, the less you have the smaller you are. Collarbones, tiny waist, beauty is deeper than just your flesh. Struggling with yourself, fighting the demons in your mind.
The bones they scream in volumes that grow I hear them begging to show They want to press pass the barriers They want me to learn “no” It scares me as much as it thrills me To take it all in and see
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda hatred of my body.Told what not to eat.
Dark hair Frames her angular face Protruding cheekbones Paperwhite skin hiding lacy blue veins Dark eyes Follow me around the room Judging me Looking at me Wanting to be me
I'm here to tell you who I really am I may not be athletic, tall or skinny but I know I was created in God's image he made me differnt for a purpose, so I know he's not finish.
the mirror reflects my image i see all flaws no light am i really like this is this what others see?
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth Perfect skin, clean and bright Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit Perfect hair, straighted and dyed THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
when you look at me what you see darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\ do see a big smile, with dark lips someone thats not that tall but stand so tall and proud all the time
We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Mirrors and mind contort what I see, Skinny and thin is what I must be; 86 pounds just isn’t enough, Starving myself is going to be tough.
I force down another bite Pack on another pound My friends push me to the edge “You’re pretty, but much to skinny.” So I eat and eat and eat Not because I’m hungry But ashamed of what I’ve become
My journey starts here But , where do I go? High hopes here and there But , where do I go? This test is like a show But , where do I go? Options weighing high and low But , where do I go?
The thing about ED is He never leaves you Through the good The bad The ugly He's there A little wasp Following you around Stinging you Every time you reach out