This is my first poetry post,
This is where my feeling's will be displayed,
Therefore please be positive, or constructive.
Thank-you.

My friend: Undefinable by weight or any other means.   

That skinny girl sitting on a table with me, 

I envy her yet she envy’s me. 

I eat a chocolate bar, and feel the calories float down my throat like my own personal fairy god mother, but she, she eats a chocolate bar and feels nothing. 

She is my friend and she is sad. 

I am her friend and I am sad. 

We are both constricted, confined and defined by our weight.

She is bulimic, anorexic and skinny with a harsh K

I am obese, a whale and  lazy with a harsh Z 

And yet I don’t know which  is worse. 

Every time I eat I feel pleasure,

Every time she eats she feels pain. 

I stare, I see my hips and tummy and  legs 

She stares, she see’s her hips and ribs and bones. 

We get each other, understand one another,

We both hate what we see

But yet we both wish for each other’s bodies. 

I want to walk into a shop and things be too big

But she prays for something just to fit, tries on a size six every time.

We both cry in that same dressing room 

Back to the mirror 

Rubbing our scar’s and stretchmark’s 

We cannot and will never learn to love our own bodies

Yet we love each other’s,

Our aims are no longer to love but accept. 

And we will make it hand in hand,

Fat and skinny

Because really I don’t know which is worst.



Thank you for reading, if you would like to know the story behind this poem, please read tomorrows post.


Many Thanks

Mollie
xx