you sit there
”just one bite, please?”
it haunts you
”come on its been days”
you know it has
but the words your mother carved into your skin sting
fat
ugly
disgusting
you didn’t deserve it
”do you want something else?”
you wanted it to go away
the noise
it was stabbing different parts of your stomach
you should
you really should
it would be good for you
so you pick it up
until it feels too heavy
food is not the enemy
theyve told you before
but the calories
the scale
the thoughts
told you something else
you really want to be pretty?
you must. be. smaller.
so you ****** in your stomach and lied
”im fine, i ate a big breakfast”
and you wish in that moment
shed look you in the eye
and ask you
if you wanted to go somewhere quieter
but she didnt
and thats what really told you
you didnt deserve any of this
not until you were prettier.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
you sit there
”just one bite, please?”
it haunts you
”come on its been days”
you know it has
but the words your mother carved into your skin sting
fat
ugly
disgusting
you didn’t deserve it
”do you want something else?”
you wanted it to go away
the noise
it was stabbing different parts of your stomach
you should
you really should
it would be good for you
so you pick it up
until it feels too heavy
food is not the enemy
theyve told you before
but the calories
the scale
the thoughts
told you something else
you really want to be pretty?
you must. be. smaller.
so you ****** in your stomach and lied
”im fine, i ate a big breakfast”
and you wish in that moment
shed look you in the eye
and ask you
if you wanted to go somewhere quieter
but she didnt
and thats what really told you
you didnt deserve any of this
not until you were prettier.
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