She looked out of place somehow,
at the diagnostic clinic,
surrounded by all those withered, empty faces.
What could be wrong
with this enchanting girl
whose body could bend like plasticine?
'I suppose we can tell Allie?
We're here for a bone density scan.
Georgie's got an eating disorder.'
So that's why she stopped the classes...
I took her thin cool hands in mine,
'How are you? '
She looked fragile
and small - like a windflower.
'All over the place, really...'
Last year she danced the moon
(with a huge white balloon)
light as tissue paper.
She'd seemed so self-assured
and confident,
so gracefully alive.
How easily one can be fooled
by bright laughter
and sparkling eyes...
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/georgie-2/
