Die(t)

I wrote this, oddly enough, while on a plane to Missouri last Thursday. I had been reading Poetry: An Introduction for class, and I came across the paragraph of using specific words for different connotations. They talked about the work "Lite" and how it signifies it is even "lighter" than "light" to make low fat foods seem more appealing. I had always wondered why they used the word "lite" rather than "light", but when you think about it, it makes alot of sense. I always get interested in anythign surrounding dieting and society and media's way of making us all feel as though we should be thinner and we should be on a diet and only eat LITE and LOW FAT foods. See, i am recovered from Anorexia Nervosa, for about 5 or 6 years now, and i have a very strong opinion about dieting and society's pressure on us to be waif-thin. So this poem is mildly dark, and possibly offending....but it's supposed to show the extremes of dieting in our society.

Enjoy!

Die(t)

Lite as a feather,
Stiff as a
Bored look on
A lover’s face.
You are out of shape,
And his face
Says all you need
To know.

Strict enforcer you
Yearn for a simple,
Deliberate way to DIE(t).
To shed this heavy
Coat of fuzzy self
Disdain and embarrassment.
To lose it all is a
Wonderous, painful, achievement.

Small bones, weak
But such a beautiful
White like the fur
Which struggles to keep
Your paper skin from purpling,
Shivering, rattling, empty,
As you step up to
The cold, clammy number-beast.

Numbers, lower, higher,
Nonexistent, or so is the goal
You reach for, nothing else
Could possibly be worth it,
To be able to, one day,
(in your perfect wasteland)
Stare in a mirror of judgment
Only to see absolutely nothing.

You are finally lite,
Nonexistent, empty,
Complete definition of
True Beauty, so true indeed,
The world can’t handle it,
And so they rest your ivory, aching bones
So high above us, and yet
Buried beneath, not even enough for worms.