"You're all bones and saltshakers, boy- just like a musterer's dog!"
used to think I had
a fat bum
a wee prick
and tits
so told Mum
and next time
the doctor came
looked here and felt there
I was normal
he declared but takes a freak to know a freak: I was the one inside here.
This year, my fifty-first year, still check my shadow for what was never there
before anorexia
nervosa became popular
in the mass media.
I
now
know
I was never
a barrage balloon
though 13 ½ stone at 14
felt more to me than
mere puppy
fat
I kid you not
but when I say I used to think, I really mean I used to feel
I mean I was all raw feeling.
