Living Death

I thought a little more 

About how I feel

With an appearance like mine

My body I shall not reveal.

Passing the 160 mark

I am a crime to girl kind

With thighs the size of an elephant

Starvation; I'd be inclined.

Maybe it's what's right

Maybe it's the only way

The only way to be thin

But it won't happen overnight.

The days keep passing by

Without a meal; I feel uneasy

The longer it goes

The more I want to cry.

Is it worth it though?

Do you want to be skinny?

Steo out of the shadow

Step on the scale

And do the same tomorrow.

[DISCLAIMER: This was not written to offend ANYONE in any way, shape or form. It was written during a rough patch in my life and poetry was my way of feeling better so this is written solely about myself.]