eating disorder — Summary

i look into the mirror with disgust nothing pleases me i want to throw up i want to be different i want to be thin

that's every girl's dream in this society to "be what they want" but maybe they should've told her no they should've told her this is wrong to not hurt herself to not rip the inside of her throat just so she can waste away to nothing

you should've told her it was okay to eat food is good it gives you energy and nutrition but now the thought of it sickens her thanks to you

thanks to their stereotypical ways thanks to her weakened mind she's become a walking zombie food never passing her lips

she hates what she sees in the mirror she hates the look of everything there she finds her stomach too fat she finds herself wishing for a thigh gap praying for thinness hating the concept of eating just to please you

this girl was wasting away her healthy size deteriorated to death she's gone now, because of them because she wanted to be thin to be what they wanted for they being society for they being monsters who owned her

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The poem opens in the first person, with a speaker staring into a mirror and feeling only disgust, then shifts to speak about "she" and address a "you." That change suggests a voice looking back at a girl, or perhaps at herself, and blaming the people who shaped her. The subject is an eating disorder, and the poem treats it less as a personal failing than as something society pushed her into. The repeated "they" and "you" stand for the voices that said what a body should look like.

The speaker feels anger, grief and regret. She wishes someone had told the girl that food is good and that hurting herself was wrong. Details like the thigh gap and the torn throat make the damage feel physical and close. By the end, the girl is dead, and the final lines call society "monsters who owned her." The mood is bleak and accusing, with a sense of loss that could have been avoided.

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