A poem by Sabrina Gonzalez. First Prize Winner of The Scholastic Writing Awards

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Bones

 

Skinny is all that’s in.

How fabulous it is to be thin.

Thighs can’t touch,

but whose thighs touch anyway?

 

Prominent hipbones

raised collarbones,

and the beautiful rib cage.

Elbows stick out like a dagger.

Trace my spine.

“You’re fat.”

My cheeks sink in.

Can’t be chubby in my face either.

Skeletal fingers

pull at the fat on my sides, my thighs, and arms.

The mirror taunts me.

 

You’re fat. You’re fat. You’re fat.

Strive to think thin

To be thin. And to stay thin.

What if clothes get smaller?

That size no longer fits?

Are you still considered a toothpick?

 

My thighs touch.

Arms jiggle, my whole ribcage and spine aren’t visible.

Who are you to call me fat?

 

 

Sabrina Gonzalez

The Scholastic Writing Awards

 Grade 9

Miami Arts Charter School

Award: Silver, 10718247