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NutriBullet: This year's birthday reward, courtesy of parents via Amazon.com
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Personal Ad: From Famished Female
Lifelong lightweight
seeks mealtime mate
to placate
the heartache
of intake.
For health's sake
a vitamin-rich nutri-shake
will satiate, and help negate
her daily menu gaps and breaks.
With forceful fork you'd rake
all crumbs left out in the wake
of the portions she ate
in the absence of candle-crowned cake.
Her fragile life is at stake
when every morsel dictates
the direction it takes.
Cannot overstate
author's hate
of asylum locked-gates
where M.D.'s create
a shaming state.
Esteem deflates
as overseers belittle, berate,
unfairly conflate
a patient's low weight
with the calculated, mendacious traits
of an impenitent and snaky fake:
the ingrate who schemes to steal and take.
The ability to remunerate
such specialty estates
would require collection plates
or lucky lottery sweepstakes
in this, our current welfare state.
But make no mistake,
the author may not wait
to matriculate as patient-inmate,
eager, she is, to see abate
her chances of a dismal fate
that ultimately relates
to the growing anorexic mortality rate.
Arriving on this anniversary date
at one year less than four times eight
with not much cause to celebrate,
accomplishments being nothing great,
the author seeks new routes to take;
to recalibrate, invigorate a better slate.
This August dawn may yet motivate
to work, to challenge, to stand-up straight.
The wish: that she might actuate, accentuate,
and embrace the female body some equate
with a mother's gift to create
when womb is nourished and awake.
The glow, the glory that relates
to womanly traits
this waif yearns to reinstate
--then, in mind and mirror, radiate--
before it's said of her, "too little, too late."
