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Kora Bracken Poem
She steps onto the scale and watches the numbers rise until they cease. With a shake of her head and a tear in her eye, she thinks to herself, "I'm still obese." She'll skip a meal, maybe two, maybe a few just wishing she could be skinny. Her pants grow bigger as her waist gets smaller. Each day, she worries about the numbers on the scale. It's become routine for her and she's used to missing dinner. If ever her stomach starts to grumble, she'll ignore it and thinks, "Soon, I'll be thinner." The numbers shrink and so does she, but she finds herself still not happy. So she skips breakfast now too and continues working out until her jeans are less than a size two. When her mother worries and forces her to eat, she doesn't fret knowing that when she is done eating then she can rush to the toilet. Behind a locked door with two fingers down her throat, she coughs up her food then flushes it without feeling remorse. The cycle never ended until her life did and it was then she had felt some sort of success...she was truly thin, she was a skeleton. How twisted is society's idea of "perfection" that it has girls losing pounds for affection? Girls and boys alike are skipping meals in search of some satisfaction. Society is twisted, society is wrong. Thin is not the definition of beauty.
Copyright © Kora Bracken | Year Posted 2016
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Kora Bracken Poem
For some, the boogeyman is merely a fairytale of a creature that hides under their beds. For me, the boogeyman has never been so kind to hide under the bed, but rather he has made his home inside my head. My boogeyman isn't made of fairytales, instead he is pure fear. My mother told me there were no such thing as monsters yet the boogeyman is here. He sleeps in my bed, whispering sweet nightmares to me, and creating terrifying imagery in my head. By far the most terrifying words of all he has told consisted of two simple words..."I do."
Copyright © Kora Bracken | Year Posted 2016
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