Figure Obsessed

I never had the perfectly shaped appearance,

Nor considered skinny to one human presence,

I never gave it a serious thought,

Until I learned how society taught,

Girls were supposed to be dainty and thin,

Not unable to be lifted by men,

Once I had learned this universal law,

I chose to rid away these body flaws.

Exercising became a daily routine,

And eating healthy a rule that became keen,

Determination was my middle name,

And losing weight was the ultimate game.

Success was evident on my figure,

Compliments came like a rushing river,

I felt overjoyed and so beautiful,

But I was not always this merciful.

I became harsh to myself,

Moving past a state of health,

Withholding unhealthy foods from passing my lips,

To make sure I could still see the bones of my hips,

My body began to go weak,

Some had said I was looking bleak,

 I denied the ever-growing problems,

Casting concerns away like mere doldrums,

It took awhile to see the issues,

Knowing the truth always seems to kill you.

I knew I needed to fix myself,

But my mind had been placed on a shelf,

The body was in absolute control,

Living a way that wouldn’t loosen its hold,

I tried to reach for my brain,

To cure this bodily strain.

But alas, it was no use,

Now a slave to this abuse,

That I created with good intentions,

But failed to ever utter or mention,

That this was a disease of the brain,

Ultimately having the highest reign,

Which bears the age-old question,

Do our minds have an obsession, with our human dimensions?