Ignore the size of the portion
This is healthy
Ignorance is bliss
Cut and slice
Count the pieces the knife and fork create
Slip into old routine
Eat one cookie... eat five
Who cares?
You're this shape already
Turn the shower on twice a day
Watch it all wash down the drain
Hate the way you adore the acidic burn
Count the numbers
You're not wiz at college algebra
But you can count the calories, pounds, and body mass
Watch the flab vanish into sweat
Run for two hours a day
Do crunches until your innards explode
Faint in the shower
Forget what time of day it is
Sleep is now nonexistent due to hunger
Ward off the war within your belly
Empty is clean
Pain is beauty
Your teeth are rotting
From the lies about your meal plan
And your citric stomach
Compare yourself to all of them
Observe the way they enjoy it
They love the freedom of cuisine
Your mouth is watering
It's a good thing food cannot travel
Through a television screen
Cry at family gatherings and holidays
Your mother's eyes glaring across the table
While you wish you could vacate the skin you're in
Uncertainty is your best friend at this point
Indecisiveness and hatred are nothing out of the ordinary
Your mere thoughts are a whirlwind
And there's nothing romantic about it
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Ignore the size of the portion
This is healthy
Ignorance is bliss
Cut and slice
Count the pieces the knife and fork create
Slip into old routine
Eat one cookie... eat five
Who cares?
You're this shape already
Turn the shower on twice a day
Watch it all wash down the drain
Hate the way you adore the acidic burn
Count the numbers
You're not wiz at college algebra
But you can count the calories, pounds, and body mass
Watch the flab vanish into sweat
Run for two hours a day
Do crunches until your innards explode
Faint in the shower
Forget what time of day it is
Sleep is now nonexistent due to hunger
Ward off the war within your belly
Empty is clean
Pain is beauty
Your teeth are rotting
From the lies about your meal plan
And your citric stomach
Compare yourself to all of them
Observe the way they enjoy it
They love the freedom of cuisine
Your mouth is watering
It's a good thing food cannot travel
Through a television screen
Cry at family gatherings and holidays
Your mother's eyes glaring across the table
While you wish you could vacate the skin you're in
Uncertainty is your best friend at this point
Indecisiveness and hatred are nothing out of the ordinary
Your mere thoughts are a whirlwind
And there's nothing romantic about it
For myself
(This is the fastest free verse I've ever written)
