It's crazy to hear the difference between this and "When The Fat Girl Gets Skinny." They're so similar, but so different. I love this. And I'm so sorry you had to go through so much. You're so beautiful and strong.
i am bawling. I'm in recovery currently and this hit home. Me and my friend got sick together. We encouraged each other to stop eating. She was skinny. I was not. It's been four years now and I was 96 pounds 4 months ago. Now, I'm 110. I'm getting better. I was about to skip dinner tonight, about to relapse. You just encouraged me beyond explanation. Thank you.
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your are one of the few sublime poets who make me cry through an entire poem and recite each word as if they were already my own. thank you for having a voice that is strong enough to speak for more than one soul.
I want to show this to my girlfriend in hopes it will encourage her to recover. I'm trying everything I can to help her, and let her know how beautiful she is everyday, and do anything I can to get her to recover. I'm a bit nervous about her reaction, but... I need her to recover.
I've listened to When the Fat Girl Gets Skinny so many times. It's fascinating to see how this poem evolved and how her confidence grew. I hope you're still healing.
Your poems are a blessing to this world, and to me. I don't know how many times I've gone to these videos when I'm struggling again. You're such an inspiration
I first found your work years ago when I was deep in the depths of my disorder. I’m almost two years clean now, and I still come back every few months to remind myself why I’m doing this. Thank you
This is one of the most moving and touching pieces I have ever heard. This is beautiful Blythe. You have a true talent. I sincerely hope that you can finish your poem with 10.
Hearing this and any of her recent slam poetry just shows how much she's changed. Her voice is so incredibly different now, it was soft in this video and gentle but now it's rough and loud and powerful.
I have been watching my best friend get sick, thank you for this, it makes me feel hopeful for her, our, future. I hope I get to watch her recover. Thank you.
"heal" is not a word anyone throws around enough!!! It was powerful to hear that one word. Not everyone has had to have the same issues to understand it... but it's something everyone has had to do at some point to some degree. It needs to become the focus so the "getting sick" doesn't have to be anymore :o)
your work reads like a mirror to my childhood all my diaries then journals to blogs mostly Tumblr and xanga proana depression unworthy lonely all i internalized and kept private until i found you and your button poetry pieces shocked by how similar our lives were saddened that it is so thank you so much for puyting your work out for the public Thats brave and honorable inspiration :) thank you
In tears. That was so powerful. I relate to your words and emotions so much. I wish to one day reach a place of healing as well. I hope you are feeling strong in your recovery. You are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your experiences and talent.
I'm scraping the walls of my head away to try and find the words to explain how this poem made me feel. There is nothing that flies so fast to the heart than hearing your own story told back to you in someone else's language. Thank you for turning tumbling thoughts into a lifeline. You are so talented: this poem has moved me so deeply. I cannot say thank you enough.
I love how she said "If you aren't recovering, you are dying" in both this and "When The Fat Girl Gets Skinny" I love all of the similarities between the two poems. Wow.
turning this strength you've obtained into an art is an amazing thing. I've been there and many other places, and I truly appreciate your works. about to watch some more, so thank you!!
Hi Blythe. My name is Nadia, and I am 15 years old. When I was twelve, I got sick. I stayed this way for 2 years, and I was dying. I finally got help, and I can say that I’m finally recovering. I want to tell you that your poetry is one of the constants through everything I want to. There were nights where that little girl I used to be thought she should just give up, die. Thank you, for giving me something, something you didn’t even realize you had-something to hold onto. Thank you. I won’t ever forget all you’ve done for me.
i listened to your videos and fell in love. your poems are so powerful with such powerful lines. thank you for being such an inspiration and amazing person and strong voice
WOW, wow, wow. I could feel this. I could feel your angst and heartache. I could feel your soul step outside of yourself, and push you aside and begin to speak for you, when you couldn’t. This is powerful fellow Aquarian (Feb 7 here). I feel stupid I have not heard of you, yet angry that the entire world has not heard you. I have big news for you, you said “you will be a writer”, guess what, you ARE a writer. A beautiful, deep and very respected writer. You see, you write about things others want to push under the rug, and that is part of the allure and beauty of your work. You are healing every day. Every day. Thank you for sharing this profound poem.
You're an amazing young woman with so much to offer. Sorry to hear that you had to endure this. Yet, we can see that you're a survivor. I wish you all the best for your health and future. May years be a brighter one for you through all the success and opportunities to come. I would like to see if you create a book through all of your poetry...
L Y R I C S / / One: I am watching you get sick. The whites of your eyes are becoming yellow yolks, cheeks hang like grocery bags. You make diets of day planners no time to eat with a stuffed calander live off of scheduled glamour. Meals of powdered hot choclate packets, no marshmallows, just water. Breakfasts of plain oatmeal. No milk, just tap water. Two: To invite happiness inside him, Vincent van got drank paint of yellow hues. You do mad things for happiness, too. Vomit like an after school sport. Your teeth blister, Bathe in sea salt to dehydrate water weight. Three: Eating disorders are VERY in. Like kale, Like skinny jeans, Like old Hollywood glamor, And don’t you dare bring up Marilyn Menroe Recents studies show, her frame was only 1/3 of what you think Four: Shrivel your stomach until it takes a single granola bar to feel full. Having nigtquil for a midnight snack. The pale pupils and unclogged irises The only language you communicate in is numbers. You are a human recycling bin. Quit blaming your hometown and decomposing skin. If you aren’t recovering, you are dying. Five: There is another girl in our grade who got sick around the same time you did, but she went to the hospital real quick be she was already thin to begin with. Six: You were not thin to begin with. You were fat. And now you’re evaporating so everyone is congratulating you on “getting healthy.” Your not an illness, but an inspiration. Your father still carries your before and after photo in his wallet. Your disease is a SMASHING sensation. Seven: Friend. I’m so sorry. You, too, are sick. Your messiah Kate moss insists her physique is an achievable ambition. Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. Gurl. She has NEVER had Nutella. Do not trust her, Her two faced dental care, Or her fur pelt. Anorexics develop hair all over to thaw their glacial bodies, called lanugo. The cold will NOT let you go. Eight: Veins bulging like a pop up book, I am watching you get sick. Mistake tracing paper for your skin, I am watching you get sick. mistake tracing paper for your skin, I am watching you get sick. When the blackouts start and your pulse gets slippery, Wall paper your interior with laxatives, I am watching you get sick. Read so much, Your body trusts it is full on authors, Not high on hunger. I am watching you get sick. Nine: One day, you will learn. The natural pigments will return, No more yellow skin, No blue fingernails No red scratch in your throat Matchings the nick on your middle finger, Make amends with the kitchen. Your face will glow like a television. You will get full again. Be able to finish a meal. You will become alright. One day, I hope I will be able to finish this poem and say Ten: I am watching you heal. I am watching you get better.
You are so strong. Exactly at this moment you are a great inspiration. I am sorry for everything you have got through. Hope that you feel much better with every day passes. Thank you!
I remember watching this on repeat in high school and my eating disorder was on full blast. I remember thinking "I won't ever get better". Well, nearly 3 years later, and I'm getting better. I'm still recovering, but the yellow pigment faded, my veins don't bulge anymore, I can finish meals, I no longer feel happy with an empty stomach. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it does get better. And I hope this comment reaches at least one person who is still struggling to believe that they'll ever get better. Hang in there and keep fighting 💜
I love that this the before if ‘when the fat girl gets skinny’ i’ve changed poems as well and revamped them. It felt comforting to see another artist do that.
It's crazy to hear the difference between this and "When The Fat Girl Gets Skinny." They're so similar, but so different. I love this. And I'm so sorry you had to go through so much. You're so beautiful and strong.
Dizzelez Ynf they are the same person. Please don’t think I’m being rude not trying to.
This one was a rough draft of when the fat girl gets skinny and when the fat girl gets skinny was the final copy
Is this the rough draft of "When the fat girl gets skinny"?
yep!
I LOVE IT. THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS I LOVE SEEING BOTH OF THEM WOW
“Breakfast is plain oatmeal no milk flavoured by tap water” seems like a simple line but I’ve never related to something more
i am bawling. I'm in recovery currently and this hit home. Me and my friend got sick together. We encouraged each other to stop eating. She was skinny. I was not. It's been four years now and I was 96 pounds 4 months ago. Now, I'm 110. I'm getting better. I was about to skip dinner tonight, about to relapse. You just encouraged me beyond explanation. Thank you.
I hope you're doing FUCKING WONDERFUL.
Bless your soul you are so brave and a fighter it's inspiring 💓
hearing similar lines from this and "when the fat girl gets skinny" is chilling
I literally cannot get over how perfect this is. Huge support
wowza. thanks girl! i appreciate it!
Do you plan on making a book with all your poems? I would totally buy it
+yasmeen zainul i already have one out that is available for purchase HERE: whereareyoupressstore.com/collections/frontpage/products/pre-order-give-me-a-god-i-can-relate-to
+Blythe B I bought your book, and it's my favorite thing ever. I carry it around everywhere and read it all the time.
+Blythe B will you be getting more of your book in stock?
Blythe B why cant i find it anymore
your are one of the few sublime poets who make me cry through an entire poem and recite each word as if they were already my own. thank you for having a voice that is strong enough to speak for more than one soul.
you're** excuse me
I feel like this poem evolved into "when the fat girl gets skinny" either way they are both great.
I want to show this to my girlfriend in hopes it will encourage her to recover. I'm trying everything I can to help her, and let her know how beautiful she is everyday, and do anything I can to get her to recover. I'm a bit nervous about her reaction, but... I need her to recover.
If you don't mind me asking how is she now
Yes!
My best friend has anorexia and this made me think about her and I can't stop crying
This and Girl Code are breathtaking.
“If you are not recovering, you are dying.”
I felt that😭
I've listened to When the Fat Girl Gets Skinny so many times. It's fascinating to see how this poem evolved and how her confidence grew. I hope you're still healing.
Your poems are a blessing to this world, and to me. I don't know how many times I've gone to these videos when I'm struggling again. You're such an inspiration
Ahhhh the most talented poet I have disccovered this year!
I just discovered your poetry tonight. Damn, your words really cut to the bone.
Keep it up.
I first found your work years ago when I was deep in the depths of my disorder. I’m almost two years clean now, and I still come back every few months to remind myself why I’m doing this. Thank you
This is one of the most moving and touching pieces I have ever heard. This is beautiful Blythe. You have a true talent. I sincerely hope that you can finish your poem with 10.
so so powerful. ive never had someone explain my anorexia so perfectly. this was so touching
I never thought I would cry over a poem
Hearing this and any of her recent slam poetry just shows how much she's changed. Her voice is so incredibly different now, it was soft in this video and gentle but now it's rough and loud and powerful.
I have been watching my best friend get sick, thank you for this, it makes me feel hopeful for her, our, future. I hope I get to watch her recover. Thank you.
You're amazing, Blythe. Keep writing. Send us more work soon.
"heal" is not a word anyone throws around enough!!! It was powerful to hear that one word. Not everyone has had to have the same issues to understand it... but it's something everyone has had to do at some point to some degree. It needs to become the focus so the "getting sick" doesn't have to be anymore :o)
This is so powerful im literally crying omg astounding job !
"If you aren't recovering you are dying."
your work reads like a mirror to my childhood
all my diaries then journals to blogs mostly Tumblr and xanga
proana
depression
unworthy
lonely
all i internalized and kept private until i found you and your button poetry pieces
shocked by how similar our lives were
saddened that it is so
thank you so much for puyting your work out for the public
Thats brave and honorable
inspiration :)
thank you
In tears. That was so powerful. I relate to your words and emotions so much. I wish to one day reach a place of healing as well. I hope you are feeling strong in your recovery. You are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your experiences and talent.
i jusr discovered your channel and im in tears at how much your works relate to me....i feel like you're talking directly to me. thank you.
I'm scraping the walls of my head away to try and find the words to explain how this poem made me feel. There is nothing that flies so fast to the heart than hearing your own story told back to you in someone else's language. Thank you for turning tumbling thoughts into a lifeline. You are so talented: this poem has moved me so deeply. I cannot say thank you enough.
Hey, if you like spoken word you may like my stuff. Check it out and let me know what you think! :)
your poems bring tears to my eyes thank you for posting these it hurts how badly these relate i hope youre well
I love how she said "If you aren't recovering, you are dying" in both this and "When The Fat Girl Gets Skinny"
I love all of the similarities between the two poems. Wow.
So much talent! all her poems give me goosebumps x
Im crying... Ohmygosh that was amazing
I needed this. Thank you.
turning this strength you've obtained into an art is an amazing thing. I've been there and many other places, and I truly appreciate your works. about to watch some more, so thank you!!
I've been watching your poems and I'm so in love with you. I hope you find recovery. I'm so proud of your strength
Hi Blythe. My name is Nadia, and I am 15 years old. When I was twelve, I got sick. I stayed this way for 2 years, and I was dying. I finally got help, and I can say that I’m finally recovering. I want to tell you that your poetry is one of the constants through everything I want to. There were nights where that little girl I used to be thought she should just give up, die. Thank you, for giving me something, something you didn’t even realize you had-something to hold onto. Thank you. I won’t ever forget all you’ve done for me.
I really needed this. You have helped me start the road to recovery. Thank you so much.
i listened to your videos and fell in love. your poems are so powerful with such powerful lines. thank you for being such an inspiration and amazing person and strong voice
It’s been 8 years and I still think about this poem
I have absolutely fallen in love with you and your poetry !
Omg I absolutely LOVE YOU! *bravo!*. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem with us!
WOW, wow, wow. I could feel this. I could feel your angst and heartache. I could feel your soul step outside of yourself, and push you aside and begin to speak for you, when you couldn’t.
This is powerful fellow Aquarian (Feb 7 here). I feel stupid I have not heard of you, yet angry that the entire world has not heard you.
I have big news for you, you said “you will be a writer”, guess what, you ARE a writer. A beautiful, deep and very respected writer. You see, you write about things others want to push under the rug, and that is part of the allure and beauty of your work.
You are healing every day. Every day. Thank you for sharing this profound poem.
You're an amazing young woman with so much to offer. Sorry to hear that you had to endure this. Yet, we can see that you're a survivor. I wish you all the best for your health and future. May years be a brighter one for you through all the success and opportunities to come. I would like to see if you create a book through all of your poetry...
Wow. God damn it. I've been a fan for a while, but this swept me off my feet completely. Shed a few tears, and not ashamed to say so. Subscribed!
This is so amazing, thank you for putting this out there. It helps me cope with my problems
L Y R I C S / /
One:
I am watching you get sick. The whites of your eyes are becoming yellow yolks, cheeks hang like grocery bags. You make diets of day planners no time to eat with a stuffed calander live off of scheduled glamour. Meals of powdered hot choclate packets, no marshmallows, just water. Breakfasts of plain oatmeal. No milk, just tap water.
Two:
To invite happiness inside him, Vincent van got drank paint of yellow hues. You do mad things for happiness, too.
Vomit like an after school sport.
Your teeth blister,
Bathe in sea salt to dehydrate water weight.
Three:
Eating disorders are VERY in.
Like kale,
Like skinny jeans,
Like old Hollywood glamor,
And don’t you dare bring up Marilyn Menroe
Recents studies show, her frame was only 1/3 of what you think
Four:
Shrivel your stomach until it takes a single granola bar to feel full.
Having nigtquil for a midnight snack. The pale pupils and unclogged irises
The only language you communicate in is numbers.
You are a human recycling bin.
Quit blaming your hometown and decomposing skin.
If you aren’t recovering, you are dying.
Five:
There is another girl in our grade who got sick around the same time you did, but she went to the hospital real quick be she was already thin to begin with.
Six:
You were not thin to begin with. You were fat.
And now you’re evaporating so everyone is congratulating you on “getting healthy.”
Your not an illness, but an inspiration.
Your father still carries your before and after photo in his wallet.
Your disease is a SMASHING sensation.
Seven:
Friend.
I’m so sorry.
You, too, are sick.
Your messiah Kate moss insists her physique is an achievable ambition.
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
Gurl.
She has NEVER had Nutella.
Do not trust her,
Her two faced dental care,
Or her fur pelt.
Anorexics develop hair all over to thaw their glacial bodies, called lanugo.
The cold will NOT let you go.
Eight:
Veins bulging like a pop up book,
I am watching you get sick.
Mistake tracing paper for your skin,
I am watching you get sick.
mistake tracing paper for your skin,
I am watching you get sick.
When the blackouts start and your pulse gets slippery,
Wall paper your interior with laxatives,
I am watching you get sick.
Read so much,
Your body trusts it is full on authors,
Not high on hunger.
I am watching you get sick.
Nine:
One day, you will learn.
The natural pigments will return,
No more yellow skin,
No blue fingernails
No red scratch in your throat
Matchings the nick on your middle finger,
Make amends with the kitchen.
Your face will glow like a television.
You will get full again.
Be able to finish a meal.
You will become alright.
One day, I hope I will be able to finish this poem and say
Ten:
I am watching you heal.
I am watching you get better.
"if you aren't recovering , you're dying" that fucking hit me like a truck
You are so strong.
Exactly at this moment you are a great inspiration. I am sorry for everything you have got through. Hope that you feel much better with every day passes. Thank you!
you have literally the best poems and voice ohmygod
This is so fantastic wow
I remember watching this video for the first time... it won my subscription
Good God-finally another much needed artist for our time. Bravo.
this is so great watching the growth between this video and "when the fat girl gets skinny" incredible
I love her poems
You are so strong. This poem is a comfort to me, thank you.
This is amazing, well done darling
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I love your poems sooo much. Your an amazing inspiration.
I'm crying watching this. I've been through this.
Thank you for this! This is so good:). I love your work so much!!
I remember watching this on repeat in high school and my eating disorder was on full blast. I remember thinking "I won't ever get better". Well, nearly 3 years later, and I'm getting better. I'm still recovering, but the yellow pigment faded, my veins don't bulge anymore, I can finish meals, I no longer feel happy with an empty stomach.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it does get better. And I hope this comment reaches at least one person who is still struggling to believe that they'll ever get better. Hang in there and keep fighting 💜
im so glad i found this
I absolutely adore you! Your words have so much power. You truly are amazing
The intensity of her live shows are amazing
please look into making a book of all your poems.. you inspire me so damn much...
I love your poems
this is so powerful wow
You don’t know what a gift this is.
even the way you read it is moving and powerful ❤❤❤
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I cried. Thank you. ❤️
This Gives Me Vertigo❤️❤️
This is so powerful i love it
so beautiful. thank you for sharing!
this is so beautiful
The only language you speak in is numbers
If you are not recovering you are dying
This is beautiful and can save lives
Great job!
thank you!
Crying...
Thank you so much
I love that this the before if ‘when the fat girl gets skinny’ i’ve changed poems as well and revamped them. It felt comforting to see another artist do that.
I absolutely love this!!!!!
Thank you, Blythe
This made me cry but I love it thank you
Absolutely incredible. Thank you.
Wow this is powerful! Much support. Thank you
It is Baby Blythe! 😍
I lost it. This really spoke to me.
I love her hair. The cut and color are perfect for her face. She's so pretty.
"Mistaking tracing paper for your skin" beautiful line
You are not and illness but an inspiration. It's sad that the words she says are true.
Love your poetry so so much, really inspirational love you
*snaps* BEAUTIFUL!
You are such an inspiration!
beautiful.
you are my favourite modern poet xxx subscribed
I love you queen B everything will be ok you are amazing
Went unnoticed*
i love this
Crying. I love this, I love you. Subscribing
I love your work and was wondering if I could recite one of your poems to my school