From Elmo to Thinspo

By , Pescadero, CA
Board games turn into self-deprecation,
Morning cartoons morph to “thinspiration.”

Vitamins exchanged for diet pills,
“What’s for dinner?” becomes “I feel ill.”

Grandma’s pies ignored to avoid binges,
While the mention of lunch brings shuddering cringes.

I now count calories instead of counting my servings,
“Let’s get ice cream” turns into “I’m not deserving.”

Raindrops become teardrops on the scale,
“You look like Snow White!” switched to “You’re deathly pale.”

Striving for A’s is now my terror of gain,
Sitting down for dinner sparks my debilitating pain.





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Meghan said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 6:54 pm
Strong poem. You are a wonderful writer. Hope youre better soon. Keep writing.
 
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