Eating Disorder Poetry
Envy
you have what i want
a tiny frame
protruding bones
you're winning the game
i'm lost in a world
never feeling good
constant envy
misunderstood
they say you're too thin
i wish it was me
i don't want a body
not one i can see
i want to look childlike
no hips or chest
a girl not a woman
clumsily dressed
i see you're struggling
i'm struggling too
i'm slowly dying
to look like you
Kim (6/99)
Copyright 1999 by Kim Martel
