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SPWM Day 4: time capsule

prompt 1: write a poem addressed to your younger self, without using the word "I". prompt 2: write a poem in which each stanza fits within a tweet (i.e. max 140 characters). power bonus: combine the two prompts.

(TW: references to self-harm and dieting)

you are fourteen years old and let me tell you this: you are not a failure. you will spend nights in the blue-tiled bathroom, you with your silver blade and underarms lined with angry red dashes. your body is a warzone and every night is a battle: fingers scr ab bling at your throat, trying to rid yourself of everything you know and love. your lips are stitched together with lies and pretenses: no you are not eating low-fat yoghurt because you love it. no you are not returning rice back to the pot because you are simply not hungry. no you are not fine, you are spending night after night after night staring at the ceiling and feeling like your lungs are about to burst. but let me tell you this: you are not a failure. you are a survivor, a fighter. you have spent countless hours crying yourself to sleep but you have also spent hundreds of days telling yourself you can do it you can do it you can do it over and over again so you won’t crack in class. you do not know this yet but you will learn to speak up for yourself, you will love other people the way you have never loved yourself, you will make it. so here you are at sixteen and you have made it.