I once knew a girl with blonde highlights in her hair,
Who would run to just run,
A girl who was just one of the boys who wanted to hang with the girls,
But all they saw was this thin girl, who had the attention of all the guys, her friends.
She was never afraid to jump or fall,
To slip in the mud or to climb the trees,
She watched the other girls play their games of Barbie dolls,
And wondered why she looked like them but wasn’t one of them,
So young and proud she took the leap,
And tried to be one of their friends,
The girls teased and called her names,
Making fun of her blonde hair,
Her blue eyes hidden behind frames,
They called her fat and ugly,
For so long their words tormented her,
Thinking about their words she would stand in front of the mirror,
Poking and prodding at what just wasn’t their,
Sadly enough it all took its toll,
Slowly she evaporated a meal or two every couple of weeks,
Till nothing but a slice of bread was left in her diet.
Water and bread kept her content but at night the knowing was incessant,
Tears streamed as her body cried for help,
Her friend aware of what was going on spoke up,
Forced to eat lunch at school with the principal or secretary,
Oh how the rage boiled in her soul,
Turning a thousand times over in her,
She hated her friend this girl I once knew,
She still kept losing weight,
Just wanting to be one of these girls,
To be friends with them…
To be excepted by them,
They hated her intelligence,
Her old ability’s to not let the little things bug her,
She had the largest dreams out of them all,
The girls she aspired to be like wanted to be mommies,
But this girl I once knew wanted to be and do so much more,
She wanted to graduate valedictorian,
To travel the world and settle down in some far away land,
To get married and have her own career,
To write and contemplate the meaning of life,
She wanted to teach kids how to play music,
How it could bring music into their lives,
She wanted to find kids some solace in their daily lives,
To help them get past the little things and move on with the larger picture.
But because of her envy of these girls,
She let her self become a waif,
Slowly as she began to mend with a needle in her arm,
She regained her strength and will to live,
Her will to strive and become someone so much more than she was,
This girl I once knew she grew,
But still when I see her in the mirror I see her scowl as she looks at her body,
Mentally probing what isn’t their,
This girl I once knew was always thin,
Due to medication she would never weight a whole lot,
But because of the mental badgering she received,
She began to change her perception of her self allowing these girls,
To mend her into what they wanted to be.
But maybe in truth…
They mended her into what they wished they could be.