Karen Carpenter

“When I was so very young, I was inspired by her loving singing through the radio waves.

It kept me alive when I felt that I had nothing and nobody.

Yet, I could soon tell that there was something wrong – as if I knew her and was tracing her patterns.

Note how wild, free, and talented that she was at eighteen years old.

How pure, fresh, and unafraid – breaking boundaries.

But men and society soon told her that she could not be “all and evetything” if she were to gain a man’s love.

So she diminshed, literally, by no longer eating.

She craved love so bad that she contorted her very being.

And I couldn’t stop her or save her.

I couldn’t tell her how much she was loved, cherished, and wanted.

I couldn’t tell her that I saw her and needed her.”