Ana

I use to have a best friend.

She was tall and extremely thin.

When I look in the mirror,

I sometimes see her again.

Even though she was thin,

She still wasn't comfortable in her bony skin

Day after day, pound after pound,

Barely able to stand on the ground.

Pale, dry, skin

Oops, it cracked again!

Ugly, self-conscious

Sometimes she's unconscious.

Eating only but small portions.

Yet, still not good enough.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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