An hour with my reflection

[mini sari]

Iras

Skinny ribs
Wide hips
Trail of streaked rub on tan following up from my toes to above those lips
Beautiful
Deep secrets
Green eyes
Perfect picture of woman but God I wish I knew why she sighed
I look at her
Touch her and she touches me back
Smack her face
For simply not seeing that theres nothing that she lacked
Starving is her fix
and Anoreixa's her lover
Slit flesh across her thighs
I tell her to listen to her heart and not in internal other
Tears falling down and her naked body torn
Caressing her own face while she's bleeding in forgotten storms
Hidden
Boney
Thin hair
But it's a miricle, I can see her pain through that dehydration inducde starry stare
She's fragile
Cold to the touch
But stronger than she knows
Yet she's hurting so damn much
I told her she's beautiful
She can't see what the world sees
She's perfect in her fathers eyes
And even more precious to me
I told her I loved her
Took a breathe while sincerely shocked
To discover it's me I'm seeing in the mirror on the door, locked

 

[neverwas]

the picture you painted through this wasnt a pretty one. it was one of a girl going through so much physical pain and exhaustion just to be perfect.

your writting is straight to the core, truthfull and thats what makes it even more real.

the fact that i had an eating disorder a while ago and still battle with it every now and then also the whole self esteem factor. its not a nice thing to go through.

but if one things shines through your writting, its the determination of this person to fix herself up so she is beautiful inside and out.

good peice

 

[mini sari]

I've been battling an eating disorder, Myself, For a few years now. I'm only recently accepting myself for me and attempting to not depend on the feeling of control that it brings me, By knowing it isn't true control and I am better off without it. It nearly took my own life in April and was hospitalized for medical and psych treatment, So I now take my recovery more seriously. This poem was based on what goes on in my mind and what I feel when I look in the mirror, Seeing someone who doesn't feel like me - Someone who is more than what SHE sees.. The realization that I really am beautiful (Both inside, and out), Despite what my eating disorder tells me.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

I like the way that you seem to be watching yourself, being removed from yourself in order to see the truth. Like taking a step back to see the forest for the trees. Well done on this. All the best!

 

[mealltach]

^^yeah, picking up on what DS said, i think the format you used is really appropriate for the subject matter. By this, i mean how you traced along the girl's body in great detail (with words nonetheless), just like she herself (you yourself) probably did/do countless times. A pretty haunting piece of work, thanks for sharing it.

I also really liked the twist at the end - realising it's you that you're seeing -you've really captured how disconnected from your physical self you can become, and what the results of deconstructing yourself in such a way are.

Good luck, mini sari. Don't forget how strong you are, and tell your story because that gives you power.

 

[LostProphecy]

Great job! I like this a lot.