The Scale Inside by Shan

Cold feet hit the scale
"Just another ten will be fine"
No eating this week
No cheating this time
When you see me
You see happy sarcasm and laughs
When I see me
I hear all the jokes about the past
I run to the kitchen
Fill myself to the brim
Only to throw it up
So that I can feel slim
No matter how much I binge
I can't shake the weight
I exercise four hours
For every pound I create
I've lost a little
Not close to good enough
I'm over working double time
Looking strong, staying tough
Passing out from exhaustion
No food because I slept
without getting rid
of all these calories I've kept
The counting, the puking
The failure, the fear
The food, the urges
My insides feeling bare
Nothings good enough
I've tried and I've tried
It'll never be good enough
To feel good on the inside

Pamela (66.38.146.204) -- Saturday, January 10 2004, 08:22 am

Pressure.....
I feel very strongly about this subject - not because I have ever been bulimic or anorexic, but because I kow how it feels to want to be thinner, better, prettier......beautiful. ANd lately I have discovered that the less I focus on how I look and the more I focus on how I approach every day - the better the reaction I get from other people.
Even if this poem isn't about you personally, do me a favor and read one I wrote called "To Be Sexy".......you might feel differently afterwards :o)
Awesome poem, hit me hard.

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