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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bulimic
[time] => 2003-09-26 19:45:00
[hometext] => Are we all obsessed about superficial beauty? This is my longest yet. *sorry:p* I'd like to hear your comments please
[bodytext] => She flipped through magazines, sighing wistfully at the model's waif-like figure She pinched at her tummy as she appraised herself in the mirror She loved to eat and staying slim was no easy feat So self conscious was she about her body She became depressed and moody Then a wicked idea came into her mind If she regurgitated her food, wouldn't that be fine? That way, she could taste her food But the food wouldn't go down the way it should So no extra fat would be gained Sweets, chocolate and all that junk food need not be refrained Her first time, she locked the bathroom door And stood by the toilet bowl, staring at the floor Her stomach was filled after a binge Throwing up should be a cinch She had seen enough girls In her school toilet, bent double, watched them hurl Sticking a finger down her throat She thought of how she'd gloat When she achieved her ideal figure When she could slip into hipsters and the slinkiest numbers, feeling confident and sure Up came the bile and she vomitted Holding her breath at the stench emitted But soon she'll get used to the stink As hours accumulated by the sink Running water, she learnt, covered up sounds of her regurgitating Into her own shell she found herself shrinking She didn't realise she had gone overboard How malnourished she had become, against her protuding ribcage, her skin pulled taut She suffered from fainting spells, her weight continued to drop She wanted to, but didn't know how to stop She was no longer obsessed about her weight But the nausea and the churning of her stomach did not abate Throwing up came naturally after every meal It was almost a routine she successfully concealed Too afraid to seek help or treatment At her own stupidity she would lament She closed her eyes on her bed, feeling lethargic Exhausted of being bulimic She wondered fleetingly why her parents failed to notice her being unhealthily thin Were they too busy working to care? Too wrapped up in their own skin? They found her the next day in a coma From which she did not wake, the fight was over As she lay in the hospital ward, she seemed almost peaceful Her face belied all the lies, pain and struggle [comments] => 2 [counter] => 267 [topic] => 31 [informant] => hazelnut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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