Perfect Body

This is a struggle many teenage girls face.

I thought the perfect size was zero, then I reached it and it still wasn’t small enough.

I thought the perfect hair length was to my waist then it got that length and it still wasn’t long enough.

I thought the perfect weight was below 100 then I hit 95 and still wasn’t light enough.

I thought a thigh gap was the essence of beauty then I got one and still wasn’t perfect.

I thought if I could wrap my hands around my waist I would be thin enough then I could and I still wasn’t happy.

I thought if my collar bones protruded I’d be beautiful then they protruded and revealed two and it still wasn’t enough.

I thought if I stopped eating I’d be pretty then I realized I could never be enough.

Reviews

[Elmarie]

Woweee. That was awesome. Such a powerful poem yet again. The tragic deception of the anorexic mind. The sorrowful empty cists of self love. It is a dilema in our age as we see our women strive to be as a two dimensional sometimes photoshoped magazine spread. The movement and change of our physical, breathing, moving essence becomes stagnant and obsessed with an image. You are a word smith and I love your writing. Blessings El

[SweetWriter88]

I love how truthful this is! Is speaks in volumes and manages to touch everyone where it counts. Well done!

[Tamika]

This poem is so sad but so truthful and raw

[GodzillaGirl101]

So true, I love this, please make more like it!