NOT MY POEM**
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/addicted-to-cutting-my-name
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
She’s made of dips and valleys and crevices her stomach bloated and soft like an overripe pear her thighs sag weighed down with her guilt and loathing so fat so fat so fat if only she could slice hers...
Short poem, that talks about an eating disorder in which I struggle with, Anorexia.
NOT MY POEM**
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/addicted-to-cutting-my-name
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
She’s made of dips and valleys and crevices her stomach bloated and soft like an overripe pear her thighs sag weighed down with her guilt and loathing so fat so fat so fat if only she could slice hers...
Short poem, that talks about an eating disorder in which I struggle with, Anorexia.