I found this poem on another girl's xanga..it made me think.
I have no self control
Clawing at the walls
Trying to crawl
Swimming through thick air
Poluted with calories and self doubt
Making it harder to breathe
Swallowing me whole
Holding me down
Telling me to go..
Go until I can't go anymore..
Go until I can fly...
I'm never going to stop..
And you can't make me.
I'm never going to stop
Not until I can see
The white of my bones
Showing proud through my skin..
Pulled so tight, nothing to seperate
Skin from bone
I want to be thin..
Fingernails scraping the back of my throat
Striving, starving for perfection, attention, satisfaction
Willing to run that extra mile
Until I lay on the ground,
In a twisted pile
Of mangled limbs and withered hope.
Wishing for single digets..
Featherweight..
Double zero's followed by only one number..
Thats my three digit weight.
Diagnosis is no disorder
Dear Miss Ana, Dear Miss Mia..
Make me whole..Take control..
To the bones..
Take me home.
Intake today:
Breakfast: Half a banana = 54 Calories .5 tbsp honey = 30cal. Total 84 Cal.
Currently drinking green tea - 0cal with 1tbsp honey = 60cal.
Total today 144.
Me = Fat. Ass. And! It's raining I cant run today. I'm not eating anything for the rest of the day. |