Before now I had never really thought about my weight,
but now the scale is my worst enemy.
Food is a thing I have begun to hate;
I can't ever be thin enough.
It started out as an innocent diet,
and working out every day.
But I began skipping meals and didn't let,
myself eat even when I as hungry.
Weighing myself night and day,
forcing myself to exercise instead of eat.
And no matter what other people say,
I can never be thin enough.
Always self-conscious about my body,
I slowly started down the road of anorexia.
Always lying and saying I'm not hungry,
while secretly I'm starving myself.
My stomach always grumbling and aching,
Feeling dizzy almost every day.
Feeling weak but still having energy,
I lie and say I'm fine.
By: Samantha White
just love your poem and how bad i relate to it. Ive been on a long 14 yr road with anorexia/bulimia and your poem hits the nail on the head. Brilliant and sad, scary cos its so true. Well done, have a read of some of mine. You may be able to relate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes you are right, humans are mortals.