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And she marks the calendar
With her special pink pen
A tick for passed
A cross for failure

From one day
To the next
She can look
But never touch

It’s like a trophy
Almost an award
When she looks at the scales
And she’s 3 kilos lighter

But 3 isn’t just enough,
It’s like a habit
An addiction
Not to eat

Starves herself to the bone
People know but say nothing
It’s like walking past
A skeleton in motion

The mirror image
To her reflects the worst
An image
Of what she is not

The desired figure
Of what she wants to be
She still doesn’t realize
That’s who she once was

I look at her from afar
And wonder why
And how
Someone could be that way

And one day
I turn to the mirror
And realize the girl
I always see

The girl I couldn’t
Ever understand
I couldn’t help…
Was the girl me