Trigger Happy
PhotoShopped bodies appear across the screen as you type in the word, pro-ana.
After all, you're fasting and need some motivation, not because of hunger, but emptiness.
Arms smaller than you baby sister's make you wonder if this girl even has muscle or bone.
Concave stomachs prove wrong everything we know about the human anatomy.
Sunken cheekbones make you envy another girl's "hereditary bone structure".
Thigh gaps wider than the length of your hand make you happy, until you realize that you're knock-kneed and have to work that much harder to get one.
And as you scroll down, hope rises as you learn that you can lose a pound a day by water fasting...
So yeah, I'm having a bad day. Pretty short and simple. My only disclaimer is that this poem may be triggering to people with/recovering from ED's, hence the title.
