Oh, and here's something I just wrote...

...whilst being distracted from my actual poetry assignment...

It's a first draft, but I know you'll forgive my imperfection (you do it all the time, anyway!) :D

Thoughts on Thin

Shall we forgive them? ...for they know not what they do…
Sites…nay, temples! Holy land where disciples are born, models worshipped, disorders desired.
Surely, the intent was never to foster illness in the innocent.
She preaches of the virtues of being rail thin, and of all the beauty, love, that awaits us.
Starvation, glorified, seeks out sustenance in souls searching for meaning, finding instead
Solitude, betrayed by the one Who has promised them so much immortality.
Skinny.
Skeletal.
Sexy?
Safe.
Since when is there gain before we feel pain?
Straighten up, stand tall, suck in your fat, disgusting stomach. Keep yourself empty.
Stay focused. You are not allowed to fail.
Still, there is a part of us all, somewhere, that struggles to remember who we were.
Stoned into silence, she hides; the little girl I saw to be me no longer exists. Lost.
Shall I be lost, too, to a killer so quiet?
So stealthy... I pretend I’m different, that I won’t let Her take me, that I hold the reins.
Slinking through shadows, I will be as a ghost, a breath, a shade lighter than sun.
Skinny I shall be. Skinny I will stay. My ribs cage a heart that beats still today, and so I go on.