Monday had come and gone.

I didn't bother going to school today.

Because I didn't want to see you.

Not yet.

So I stood in front of the bathroom mirror,

chest free from the choking fabric

of my bra,

and body fully displayed.

My ribs were prominent.

Thigh gap showing.

I was beautiful.

Well...

I was

beautiful.

It was then that I saw

what I allowed you all to do to me.

I saw every bit of flesh

from my hideous,

hideous body.

I saw something.

Something

that I couldn't even label as mine anymore.

Because this couldn't be my body...

Could it?

How did it get this far?

How did I allow this to happen?

Anger soon consumed me from inside out,

and before I could stop myself,

my fist flew towards the pitiful glass

displaying my pitiful frame

which could only be considered a corpse.

A corpse...

of a harrowing girl,

which could only be a ploy

in someone's messed up plans.

My fist connected with the glass

and pierced into the wood;

shards flew everywhere.

Sobs soon racked my body

and I was uncontrollable.

The curtains were stripped from their poles,

and the walls were penetrated with holes

from my sudden attacks.

What the hell have you done to me?

Why would you do this?

Why would I do this?

To myself?

I'd smile and say

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.

But I'm not even sure anymore.

| This Is Where It Ends by Marieke Nijkamp. That's all I've got to say. Other than that, good luck on your exams! |