Glamour Queen in Size 2 Jeans
Who are those glamour queens in size two jeans?
And hate what I see
Making me eat rice cakes
To be like those glamour queens in size two jeans
Making me punish myself
hurt myself
Like those glamour queens in size two jeans
Making me eat my sorrow
eat my broken promises
because its easier than fighting
On the warm solid earth
And connecting to the warm solid earth
And who are they anyway?
Making me feel alive when I’m thin
To the temptations of sin
Feed our bodies
To NURTURE ourselves
To CONNECT with ourselves
And NOT one of those glamour queens in size two jeans.
(2011)
I wrote this when I was going through eating disorders before I recovered.
