What on earth made you think that it was just about a diet
When you saw the agony plastered on my face?
How could you be so dense to say that it was all about being thin
When you observed the brokenness displayed by my body?
How could you assume that I was just vain and selfish
When every atom of my being screamed self-hate?
You were blind to think that I was shallow
When out of the deepest depths of my being I was crying out.
You were deafened by your own biases,
And you missed the language of the abused.
You were looking to blame the victim,
So the killers got away.
1 thought on “The Cry”
“When every atom of my being screamed self-hate”
I would’ve never been able to put it into words like that, and never even realized the truth of that statement until now.