Stretch Marks

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Deep trenches left behind,
each groove
a reminder
of battles fought against myself.

This one tells of days
when feeding
seemed an impossible effort
to a girl
lost in fashionable angst.

That one marks a time,
when rebellious revenge came
under an adipose cover.

Another appeared,
when the counterstrike
to a weighty uprising
led to starvation.

They are a record
of the metamorphoses forced
on my own landscape,
when I waged war
against nature.

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tazz317tazz317over 5 years ago
FIGHTING AGAINST ANATOMY

that the swimmers create. TK U MLJ LV NV

tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
WHERE NATURE TREADS

egos override. TK U MLJ LV NV

Boxlicker101Boxlicker101almost 17 years ago
I enjoyed this

and it tells a true story of what some women put themselves through. I don't mean stretch marks from pregnancies, which are normal and natural, and should be considered to be badges of honor. I mean stretch marks from dieting which I consider to be contrary to one's true nature.

RedHairedandFriendlyRedHairedandFriendlyalmost 17 years ago
Thank you

You put a part of us in a new light. Thank you for that. ~ Red

Bill DadaBill Dadaalmost 17 years ago
^

Stretch marks or beauty marks?

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