2 years old, 22.0 pounds.
Allergic to everything.
Throws it all up.
'Bulimic from birth' they could say.
Happy she is but hopeful it will all go away.
6 years old, 41.3 pounds.
Getting bigger, outgrew the allergies.
Parents divorced: mommy here, daddy there.
Don't want to stay anywhere.
Barbie smiles in her backpack.
She doesn't let her look back.
9 years old, 89 pounds.
'Fat' and 'Ugly' cross there lips.
They keep their hands on their skinny hips.
Barbie is no longer a friend, but an inspiration to get thin.
She is determined not to let them win.
11 years old, 80 pounds.
Getting fitter. But it's bitter.
Saftey and push pins push through her pale skin.
Blood rushes, and little scars scatter.
No one bothers to ask what's the matter.
Her friends leave, all get mad.
She cried once, but her pride took it away.
She'll show them anyway.
13 years old, 98 pounds.
Thinner and taller, almost there.
Barbie stays still, continues to stare.
She switches to razors, sliding them slowly.
"No pain, no gain."
Her friends come back, she kept a happy face.
No one knew she had gotten to this place.
The voices still pound in her head.
'fat' 'ugly' 'b/tch' 'whöre'
She scared, but craves the razor more and more.
15 years old, 109 pounds.
Fat and ugly no longer have quotes.
They are real in her head.
She broke 100, its over. Three digits.
No more carbs, no more fat.
Food is fuel, that is that.
Friends start to worry, is she okay?
Maybe later, but not today.
Cuts and scars trace her thighs and wrists,
who would've thought it could come to this?
16 years old, 100 pounds.
'Skin and bones' line their lips.
She just stare at their curvy hips.
Thigh gap and calorie counts,
she was too far gone to be found.
A shadow in the halls, transparent she was.
Her eyes went black, a faint buzz.
She woke up in a hospital bed.
Doctors worry and nurses fled.
Her mom just sat by at her head.
It was over, she couldn't keep up this game.
All the pain.
They saw her scars, her actual weight.
The fact that she was 4 years late.
Rehab was hell, but she pushed through.
They wanted her shiny and new.
18 years old, 109 pounds.
Senior year.
For the past eight months, this had been her fear.
Fat and unhappy, scared of the grade below her own.
They were always cruel and mean.
She brushed her hair, put on her 'no size' tag jeans.
Went to school, to try not to be seen.
She was invisible.
She could no longer take it, going through the motions.
No matter what they gave her, no matter what potions.
She found her old razor, put it to her wrist.
She was positive she wouldn't be missed.
Numb to the pain, she slowly faded.
Her parents read the note.
The one she had slowly wrote.
Her 19th birthday, 110 pounds.
Her family rushed to the E.R.
Maybe she hadn't gone too far.
She slowly wakes up.
Second time in this bed.
Not a thought in her head.
Not a care to eat, not a care to cut.
Just keeping her eyes shut.
She wanted to get her life sort of on track.
Her school gathered together, made a big welcome back.
She made it.
It wasn't that hard.
Why hadn't she done this before?
She cried as she watched her friends shout and smile at her arrival.
She could whisper but one phrase, 'Thank you'
-It is possible to make it through, keep hope-
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