Barbie

I planned only salads, fruits and water

I planned what seemed innocent

I planned to be what looked beautiful to me

Like Barbie like Barbie, She was always really pretty

Like models like models who hold the image of sexy

wrist, rib, hip and collar bones popping out

Like Barbie like Barbie, It’s implanted into our brains

When the slow painful exercise didn’t work I stopped the source of my pain

If it wasn't for food I wouldn't be fat.

Like Barbie like Barbie, She never did eat did she?

She’s a size 4 why aren't I?

Cinderella’s skin’s clear why isn't mine?

Why can’t I be the picture of beauty?

Why does it have to be so hard for me?

So just stop.

Like Barbie like Barbie

Stop the source.

Like Barbie like Barbie

Stop the air

Like Barbie like Barbie

Stop pretending.

Like Barbie like Barbie

I couldn’t lose the weight

it was food’s fault

We aren’t on talking terms.

Maybe I should just stop eating here and there

Just to fit into my new dress

Just to get a flatter belly

Just to have a simple gap between my thighs

The surface label.

The morphine to the pain,

the miracle to the science

the twisted triumph

the broken truth of the start

the invitation to the unconscious suicide.

The revelation of society, media, genes,

“I just want to fit into some skinny jeans”

Impression

we have to be different from what we are to be great

Oppression

the way we see ourselves when we look into a mirror

You see nothing but the flaws

The scars

The way you’re not

Like Barbie like Barbie who was always really pretty

Like models like models who hold the sweetness of venom

Look yourself in the eye

Cause your eyes crust at the sides

Your lips crack when they dry

Your hips curve in

Your chest never sticks out

Like Barbie like Barbie, it’s implanted into our brains

You have no control of how your body grows into these shapes

No idea why my soul is so stained

My mind has a mind of its own

Sending sick echoing laughs each time

Like Barbie like Barbie she never did eat did she?

Take a bite.

Think.

See?

The tiny bite is a time bomb of regret

Causing a disaster so dramatic it implodes shadows in your mind

Veins send flowers to nerves breaking

No pain no gain

Hold on to the cold and empty feelings of starvation

Food doesn't taste as good skinny feels

A suffering so strange you adapt to.

But I’m not the only one

More than 50 percent of teenage girls like myself

and 33 percent teenage boys in America have fell into the eating disorder culture

But that’s just the truth

All I see is the prize

All i want is to fit into my new dress, a flatter belly and a simple gap between my thighs

And if I die I wasn’t pretty enough for the world anyways

Like Barbie like Barbie

I swear I got this

Like Barbie like Barbie

I know I can stop I just need to try

Like Barbie like Barbie

Teach your children this.

The world crawls with triggers to the gun causing unconscious suicide

Wanna be like the girl on T.V.

Wanna be like the girl on the magazine

Wanna be like Barbie like Barbie

Like Barbie

 

This poem is about: 
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