Dear Ana - a slam poem

Dear Ana and all of you out there the girls and boys tend to call their friends

but not seing that you are voices dressed as monsters trying to make them something they are not,

I met you one day when I saw all these pictures on the internet

of skinny girls grabbing their tiny thighs with the words: "Eat less." and "Not skinny enough".

I looked in the mirror and saw that I wasn´t like that,

you told me I had to be because if I wasn´t then nobody would ever love me.

Dear Ana, you make little girls whose only dream is to be as skinny

as those girls who you already lied to and convinced they weren´t beautiful

unless they weren´t starving all the time in order to be "PERFECT",

lose their childhood and fall into a box they had to fit in

and when they didn´t, you made them suffer even much more.

You replaced the boxes for even smaller ones from time to time so

they could never ever feel skinny or pretty for your standards.

The water falling down their weak bodies covering their lifeless skin,

thinking they ate too much that day and they still should feel "WORTHLESS".

The "perfect body" which was never too perfect was worth the pain, right?

The empty stomach which was never too empty was worth the starving days, right?

The time you wasted thinking about the numbers instead of the future you could´ve had was worth it, right?

That boy/girl who never even seemed to care was worth all this, right?

It was worth the days spent at the hospital fantasising about your friends playing outside, wasn´t it?

All this wasn´t worth it.

Dear Ana, you are no dream coming true

or a paradise you go on a vacation to.

You are a cruel monster killing girls and boys

in order to feed yourself their souls when you visit their funerals

watching their dead bodies and still not being satisfied with your work

because even when you are starvig yourself and the only thing you eat is not even

salads and water anymore but the people you murdered with your words, it was never enough for you.

The saddest thing is not the bodies you destroyed Ana,

it is the people you killed inside the bodies while the bodies are still alive.

You destroyed the people they were and they are never coming back

because even when the girls and the boys have the strenght to fight the war against you,

you leave a little piece of yourself still breathing inside of them and occasionaly

coming our for a little talk when they feel worthless again.

I wish you never existed.

I wish you vanished as the people you made slaves for a lifetime.

I wish you didn´t have so much power.

I wish the girls and boys you damaged came back.

I wish you weren´t so fake so the children would actually know who you are.

I wish you went back to the place you came from.

I don´t know what place so horrible like where you come from looks like

but I am sure it wasn´t hell because that is just too delightful for a deadful creature like you.

#anorexia #Beauty #monsters