Little Miss Itty Bitty

Standing with mascara running down her face,
She looks to herself in the mirror, a pitiful disgrace,
And the words of all her friends ring in her ears -
She pieces them all together from her high school years.

"You've got such a pretty face, if only you were thinner!"
She recites to herself; "a person that's thinner is a winner!"
And the hatred floods through her icy blue eyes,
As she looks to herself, believing all of their pitiful lies.

On her hands and knees, she's got her finger down her throat,
She stops eating - listening to what the media promotes,
And she looks to herself, seeing a sad plastic mess,
Hidden under thick thighs and a face afraid to confess -

Of the dreams she so utterly fought her way through,
And her friends all look at her and gasp: "Look at you!"
Under her breath she says: "so long to being un-pretty -
Hello to ninety pounds soaking wet" - she's little miss itty bitty.

-Jenna Elphick
May 7, 2007