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Bun o'clock I'm hungry but I don't say anything Because I can hold on longer Chew pm Someone says I look thin Have I lost weight?? Three pounds Potentially three pounds But I don't know because I always think I look bloated Four ice cubes to tie me over I don't need to eat I'm okay Five fat shaming ******* Stroll past me in their skinny jeans Reminding me who deserves to be a size 0 Tricks o' the mind Start to play As I tell myself I don't need to eat because I did yesterday Age seven is when Mama first told me to stretch my shirts Hide my figure Watch what I eat Stop taking second helpings No dessert Eight Looks like a couple of donuts. Muffins. Pizzas. Any round food. My round stomach. Nibble pm. It's okay to eat a little? Maybe? Ten pm? Or ten candy bars? Eleven hours later Nothing in my belly But four ice cubes Twelve: time to taunt my taste buds Trick myself Tell myself that I'll eat tomorrow Tomorrow will be the day The day I really splurge Everyone knows that's a lie But my tummy doesn't
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
Time to Eat
Bun o'clock I'm hungry but I don't say anything Because I can hold on longer Chew pm Someone says I look thin Have I lost weight?? Three pounds Potentially three pounds But I don't know because I always think I look bloated Four ice cubes to tie me over I don't need to eat I'm okay Five fat shaming ******* Stroll past me in their skinny jeans Reminding me who deserves to be a size 0 Tricks o' the mind Start to play As I tell myself I don't need to eat because I did yesterday Age seven is when Mama first told me to stretch my shirts Hide my figure Watch what I eat Stop taking second helpings No dessert Eight Looks like a couple of donuts. Muffins. Pizzas. Any round food. My round stomach. Nibble pm. It's okay to eat a little? Maybe? Ten pm? Or ten candy bars? Eleven hours later Nothing in my belly But four ice cubes Twelve: time to taunt my taste buds Trick myself Tell myself that I'll eat tomorrow Tomorrow will be the day The day I really splurge Everyone knows that's a lie But my tummy doesn't
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28/F/Minnesota
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
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