Milk and Honey
Forgo honey
forgo milk
pocket the money
and lie to your ilk
ameliorate wounds
with hunger pangs
all consumed
laying in your princess bed
cheek bones
shrink-wrapped
in dewy skin
youth wasting away
skinny, slim, thin
tiny, small, smaller
no curves left now
hips sharp peaks
of pride;
an ego in control
don’t let me go
don’t let me go
I’m so hungry so
no, no, no…
so lonely
yet never alone
in this insistent chatter:
You’ll never be good enough.
You’re too fat.
Don’t eat that.
Don’t eat.
Don’t.
Don’t…
Michellina van Loder
PW&E student
Victoria University
Thank you for publishing my poem. It’s lovely to see it here.
Miche
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Wow, that is really powerful. Only recently have I been okay with pictures of myself (sick and a lot heavier than I ever thought I’d be). But even then, sometimes I won’t “share” or “post” those pictures–cowardly. But even when I was skinny minnie in high school, I still heard those voices…. Excellent poem.