*perhaps most will not understand this poem, but to me it shows the cycle of
the insecurities of beulimia that young girls can go through during high
school.

a look into the mirror
only kills me inside
to feel better again
i puke

jeans don't fit
the way they used to
gaining weight is unacceptable
i puke

skinny blondes around me
models in the magazines
i can be just like them
i puke

i'm not perfect yet
still a few more pounds to drop
my pants aren't loose enough
i puke

i hate the pudge i have
my stomach is so fat
sick of feeling insecure
i puke

ate too much today
must stay away from snacks
getting rid of nasty wastes
i puke

now that i have started
i can't seem to stop
even though i don't want to
i puke

feel sick if i don't
feel sick if i do
lost in a dizzy dream
i puke

my hair is nappy now
dark circles surround my eyes
my teeth have gotten yellow
i puked

i'm finally willing to stop
i decide to get some help
usually when i was insecure
i puked

but now i am wiser
now i have stopped
i'm perfect the way i am
i don't need to puke

my friend thinks she's fat
she wants my self discipline
the cycle starts all over
she pukes

 
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