What happened to the happy little girl in the photographs,
not afraid to be the focal point in front of a camera,
not afraid to be herself?
What happened in those 12 years to make her so fragile,
so scared, so uncomfortable in her own body,
worried about every inch of excess fat?
What happened to make her afraid to eat in front of people,
and say, "No, thank you," when she was so hungry,
and so scared of what people thought of her?
What happened to make her so sad and feel so broken inside,
to believe it was okay to hurt and mutilate her own body
just to feel something?
What happened to make her so afraid to leave her home,
and what made her cry so hard that she could not stop all night,
and what made her feel so alone and unloved?
What happened to the happy little girl in the photographs
with a contagious smile and naive eyes,
laughing and joking and alive?
My darling,
what happened?
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
