Day #4

I am thin.
I will eat today.
Calories can't hurt me.
One hundred and twenty pounds is a good weight.
It's normal.
Normal is beautiful.
I won't be fat.
I'll never be fat.
I am beautiful.
Everyone wants to be as thin as me.
I will eat today.
Gaining weight is not the end of the world.
I am not fat.
I am perfect the way I am.
The girl in the mirror is a lie.
She's trying to turn you into something you're not.
Something you can't be-- don't want to be.
But I don't want to be like her.
I want to be the farthest from that girl.
I will not be fat.
I must work harder.
No food.
Plenty of exercise.
...
No.
I am beautiful.
I am me.
Gaining weight is not the end of the world.
It's good for me.
I will be somewhere over one hundred pounds.
That's a lot...
I don't think I can.
It's so hard...
I'm so thin, but I feel fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I will not be fat.

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Author's Note: I'm not sure of the statistics, but I'd wager a guess that the vast majority of girls (and boys too, for that matter) are self-conscious about their bodies.  I'm guilty of this too.  I've never gone down a path that this poem type of thing suggests, but I've deemed my days good or bad solely on if I thought I was skinny or fat that day.