Perfectly Anorexic Poem by Brianna Wilkinson

Lost and wondering,
Who have I become?

People notice that I am no longer the same,
but I have me and only me to blame.

Constantly obsessing about my weight,
having an eating disorder isn’t all that great.

Weighing myself all the time,
did I lose five pounds, or was it nine?

The world is loaded with skinny celebrities,
and still people wonder why girls end up like me.

They see models that weigh next to nothing,
and the actors on TV that don’t eat anything.

The TV shows that we should be stick thin,
especially if we want to be 'in'.

We want to stop,
and I know I have tried,
but I never seem to be able to,
even though I know many of them have died.

My parents force food down on me,
I wish they would just let me be.

I am trying, please believe,
But no matter how hard I try,
things get worse for me.

I won’t be able to stop,
Not until I am lying in a hospital bed,
listening to my mother telling me,
that I should’ve listed to the things she said.