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When I got thin...

When I got thin in ninth grade
People congratulated me
They told me how great I looked
How they envied my body.
They told me I looked so pretty
And that I was smiling brighter
Than ever before.

What they don’t know is that
Behind that bright smile
And those glass-cutter bones
Was an emptiness.
Behind my thin frame was months
Upon months
Of self starvation
Of purging
Of endless workouts
Of needing to be thin.

What people saw was a strong girl
Who saw her fat body
And turned it into something small

They said
I wish I had your control
I want to get anorexia
Maybe then I’ll be thin

No. you wont be
There is no β€˜thin’
There is seeing bone as being too fat
There is nothing but self hatred
For months
Years
For ever.

People saw the girl who
Was a size 16
And dropped to a size 6
Then they saw the size 6 girl
Drop to a size 0

They saw me change

When I got thin in ninth grade
The people around me didn’t know
The torture that went into it
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Being Me

This poem is so relevant to so many. It is very true that the Anorexic will only ever see "fat." This is an excellent awareness write x

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Tony Taylor

Miss Nitschke!!,
Just to have the wherewithal to post this very well delivered piece of poetic prose......is a victory within itself......Personally, I'd call it 'Bravery' !!…..I pray that your battle with this 'Dread Disease' is under control......and that life for you is on a productive and happier path!!…..ALL STARS!!…..well done dear poet sister!!...and......WELCOME to COSMO!!…...LOVE & ROCKETS!!….T xoΒ  : )

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Sarfraz Ahmed

Self-reflection harnessed in a poem. Body image mixed with school pressures a cruel mix. A great write. Well done!Β 

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Magic Bellmore

This is well written, it is deep and emotional. well done its a good read!

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