By: Chanel Chu
Oh my, what am I saying?
Just then, my hips began to grow wider, becoming tighter and tighter in my jeans: in fact, I was now 2 sizes bigger and ten pounds heavier, and I at once grabbed the celery and water bottle and hurried off to the gym.
Woe is me! As much as I exercised and dieted, restraining myself from eating, to look at the scale fearfully and with one eye open; but to lose all the weight gained, I felt more hopeless than ever: I sat down and began to cry, every night—hoping the fat would shed away.
“This is all your fault,” said Chanel, “why did you have to eat so much,” (I might as well say this), “the only person to blame for your weight gain is yourself. Stop eating this moment, I tell you!” I continued on the same, bawling gallons of tears, until I was surrounded in a pool of guilt, regret, and remorse, 120 pounds heavy, 175 centimeters high.
After time I heard a voice calling from afar, and my interest dried up my constant tear flow. It was what seemed to be a mirror image of myself approaching, gliding on air, except well- dressed, beautiful and thin: she came, “Oh! Quit your tears, the tears! Oh! It is not a bright thing for a smart girl to starve herself.” I felt so alone and desperate that I was ready to ask advice from anyone, whether the person or thing is real or not; so, in a shaky and quiet voice, “Excuse me, how can I be like you? I’ve had enough of this you see, but I have not achieved the results desired.” The image glowed brightly, lowered herself onto the floor with bare feet and ran away into the darkness as fast as she could—yelling, “you do not need to ask, you already know the answer.”
this is really descriptive, and the picture adds a deeper shock to what the poem is describing and allows the reader to comprehend the struggle the speaker has with themself.
ReplyDelete-Karissa C, The Extrapolators.