I am the person with the “perfect body”

Some might say,

a “model body.”

But I know I am not,

I am anemic.

I feel my ribs

wrap around my body,

as if it were a measuring tape.

 

I am from an Asian family,

rice is our everyday meal.

God is our father.

He is never a bother.

He is our savior.

Honesty comes first,

but we were

always taught to respect others.

Especially my own

mother.

 

I am from an ill mother,

who I have to care for.

She always says,

“I love you more.”

The people in her head,

are merely shadows.

It is starting to spread.

Not here mentally,

but I know that

 many people are judgemental.

 

I am from the bed in my room

the one that gives me warmth.

I am from the 7am coffee

and the 7:30 bagels.

I am from this "beautiful" society.