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5'3


5'3 and 140 pounds.

Doctor says there's risk,

could become overweight.

Better work out soon, tisk tisk.

 

5'3 and 130 pounds.

Parents praise showers her,

With inspired faces and dedication

But do they know her cure?

 

5'3 and 115 pounds.

Sister's worried. When does she eat?

Her jaw is prominent,

Like the bones in her feet.

 

5'3 and 100 pounds

Friends grow but weight drops.

More and More

Almost as much as the pills she pops.

 

5'3 and 90 pounds.

That's enough weight loss right?

Wrong. She thinks.

These jeans are still too tight.

 

5'3 and skin and bones.

The hospital light glows.

Flickering above the skeleton.

Dressed in black with little pink bows.

 

5'3 and 6 ft under.

Family crying all around.

What a beautiful thing she was,

their baby girl underground.

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