What the Mirror Always Says - a Poem About an Eating Disorder and Mental Health
Eating Disorders and Mental Health
Many people, especially teenagers, are faced with eating disorders and mental health issues. They constantly look at themselves in the mirror and think they are fat, or not thin enough. They think of themselves as being ugly and a freak. In turn, they develop unhealthy eating habits, eating very little or not eating at all.
When others tell them they are too thin, they do not agree. When others ask them if they ate anything, they lie and say they did. When given food, they manage to hide it or throw it away. Food becomes their enemy.
Through it all they continue to look at themselves in the mirror and their outlook about themselves remains the same - they still think of themselves as being fat or not thin enough, as ugly and a freak.
All this can have severe consequences. They may force themselves to throw up, even when hardly eating. They may engage in activities, such as wrist cutting, that inflict pain. They may even attempt and commit suicide. Not to mention that they may get really sick and end up dying. On top of that they reject help from others and get angry when others try to intervene.
Below you will find a poem that I wrote about an eating disorder and mental health.
A Poem About an Eating Disorder and Mental Health
What the Mirror Always Says
(November 8, 2011)
Alone with a giant mirror,
Staring at her reflection,
She sees the truth others deny…
Her belly protrudes from her t-shirt
Like a ripened watermelon.
Her legs are heavy,
Making her skinny jeans rip at the seams.
Fat is hanging every which way,
From her legs, her arms, her face, her stomach,
From every inch of her undesired silhouette.
Nothing fits her deformed body.
Nothing feels right against her skin.
She wants to tear off her clothes
But it will only reveal what she yearns to hide.
She stands there frozen,
Staring at her reflection...
A loud voice escaping from the mirror,
“You’re a FAT, ugly freak!
No food must enter your body!
I will not let you live until you’ve lost it all!”
Tears spill from her face,
And she fills with rage,
Vowing never to let food in.
But even with her mouth shut,
Every time she looks at her reflection in the mirror,
All she hears is “you're a FAT, ugly freak!”
Even when her clothes sag like a rag,
And her jeans fall to the floor,
Even when there is nothing left of her but bones,
Even when she’s lost it all,
She is still a FAT, ugly freak, and always will be.
That’s what the mirror always says.
© 2011 Lena Kovadlo