As I sat on our park bench
I longed to look like that Dawn French
But cos' I'm ill and far too light
People think I'm just not right
But it's an illness, I should know
Because I've never felt this low
And when I see those catwalk queens
They look like me, when I'm in jeans
But they are loved and chased with glee
But no one wants to talk to me
So when I'm well and getting strong
I won't be thin, well not for long
And when I'm asked what skinny is
I'll say don't go there, this is bliss
Comments
This was a really good poem. It must have been
really hard
and wish that everyone could see this poem.
this is a really inspirational poem... and very
well written
this is really good........I'm glad someone
realized being thin isn't everything
