Skinny Poem by Emma Wilson

Skinny, unhealthy, underweight.
Just a few of the judgmental words i hate.
At my grandads funeral,
my weight was the debate,
dress size, measurements,
and even if i ate.
Teachers send for me,
expressing their concern,
when they only have to care
cause' it determines what they earn.
Three long years,
I've battled with my weight,
impossible to gain,
resulting in such hate.
'Oh, i want your figure',
all of the girls vow,
and if only i could swap with them,
so they feel how i feel now.

When the smallest size in the shop
no longer fits,
'It's too big' 'you're too skinny',
so many mental hits.
My friends at school don't comment,
the teachers, they offend,
but when they realise the damage done,
they slip a joke in at the end.
When a 'thigh gap' and protruding bones,
become the next big trend,
i sit, despise and wonder will
this torture ever end?