The Enemy

picture perfect pretty posture

protruding pieces of bone

day dreams of dieting

and deathly dainty goals alone

aren’t the enemies that I know

Tv screens teaching me

size does matter

copycat their contour

if you aren’t like them you’re fatter

new york city dreams

“mind the gap”

hypocritical clothing seems

“mind the gap”

handfuls of pharmaceuticals

and vicious vitamins

concocted in a cocktail

so i wont eat to be thin

charismatic characters almost like twins

tabloid trash talk is where torture begins

mia and ana promise they’re your friends

but carping and cracked is where it all ends

one size fits all feminine tv shows

preaching “thin is in” “low’s the way to go”

a pound here, a restriction there

calories cutting close

1,000, 500,

let’s see how low we can go

fasting like it’s a feast

watch the number drop down

not enough, never enough

there’s still too many pounds

pinch the fat until the bruises are badges

skeletal fingers desire to dance in my bodies chasms

then it clicks and it’s got you

you’ve got ticks but you’ve got value

you’re finally perfect but you’ve lost everyone

but it was worth it, you’re proud of what you’ve done

but it’s not enough and no one

has called your bluff when you said you were done

but you skip supper and swim in circles

you circle areas and pinch them purple

zyou want to rip the fat off with only your bare hands

this isn’t what I want, this wasn’t the plan

i’m alone and cold, clumps of hair are falling in my hands

then it bursts like a dam, you’ve lost it all

flip the script to another chick flick inflicting false image

fine prints on fine lines between dying and beautiful women

disorders against food is the new fasting fade

frequently fat shaming teens finally feel bad

when you’re skin and bones in your new home

a casket signed by the society that built you

the enemy is not in you or me, the enemies are the celebrities our children look up to