My mother keeps dropping hints
About the increase in size of my waist
About the decrease in space between my legs
"Are you really going to eat that?"
"You shouldn't be snacking that much."
"If you're hungry, you should probably just drink water."
"That won't digest well if you eat it now."
"You know that's going straight to your gut."
Sometimes in the silence of our house late at night I can hear her whispering, "You're not good enough."

I love you too, mom.

It's funny how someone else's life can be taken away
But it takes away some of your own life
It's comical how people throw words around
Like they're the pitcher in a baseball game
It's hysterical how happy I look while laughing
And how hard I sob at night
It's hilarious how my friends don't think I know
All of the things they say when I'm not around
It's down right awful how I can never tell anyone any of this
Because I'm known to be strong