to sleep– Perhaps to dream

baggy clothes

My family says

I'm getting too skinny.

I'm getting good

at acting like that's bad.

Offer me food and I say,

"I can't eat any.

The food will hurt my stomach."

Sometimes it has.

But when I skip dinner,

that's not what I think about.

I only want to be thinner,

so I block the hunger out.

I'm not the right shape or size.

I throw up and wonder why.

My boyfriend has stopped

calling me sexy.

I guess he must be right,

I must be uglier now.

I guess he's trying to tell me

I'm too heavy.

I can imagine those words

in his pretty mouth.

So when I look in the mirror,

that's all that I think about.

I see my flaws so much clearer.

Suck in my stomach, stick it out.

I'm not the right shape or size.

I throw up and wonder why.

My shorts aren't tight enough

around my waist now.

That means I'm prettier.

My weight has dropped down.

My mom says "Why do you

wear baggy clothes now?"

Cause this is the

newest trend that's going round.

When I look in the mirror,

there's one thing I care about.

Couldn't care less about the face

when my stomach's sticking out.

Almost the right shape and size.

I'll throw up just one more time...

Almost pretty.

He'll love me if I'm skinnier.

Almost pretty...

almost there...

almost...

there...