'Anorexia,' They Said. by LittleMissManic, literature
Literature
'Anorexia,' They Said.
I always saw her in the hallway of our high school. She was usually alone, clutching her school books to her chest. The way she glided through the halls, I could watch her for hours. The gaunt shape of her face, and the way her sunken in eyes and protruding cheekbones caught the light made it seem she was constantly frowning. She rarely wore revealing clothes, but when she did, the sight was appalling. Her collar bones sharply stuck out from the flesh, looking as if they were going to tear the skin. To me, however, she was beautiful.
Often I saw her sitting alone, a fashion magazine in her bony hands. She would examine the page
Fight the hunger,
Push it back –
I'm not hungry.
I'm not hungry.
I'm so fat
They pick on me –
I'll prove them wrong,
I'll get thin.
I'm not hungry.
I'm not hungry.
Must stay top
Of every class –
Make them proud,
Make them pleased
That I'm around.
I'm not hungry.
I'm not hungry.
"Yes, I'm fine!"
Why do I snap?
Why do I shout?
Why do they ask
If I'm ok?
I'm not hungry.
I'm not hungry.
"Look, we're worried…"
Like heck you are!
You just don't want
Competition
When I'm thin
And beautiful.
"Yes mum, I ate my lunch…"
Fingers crossed behind my back.
"Can I have an apple?
I'm darn starved!"
I'm not hungry.
I'm not h