it’s funny how it begins
and you can’t remember exactly when
but one day you looked in the mirror
and hated every aspect of your being
that day when eating acquired a whole new meaning
at first you tried weaning but each bite felt so demeaning
suddenly your careening down that path they warned you about
if you tell, they’ll think you’re acting out
and no matter how hard you try to push it out
it sneaks back
always ready to attack
“don’t eat that” “put it back”
just trying to be like the girls in the magazine rack
but your while mind is changed
you think nothing is wrong, nothing is deranged
it doesn’t seem strange
that you can’t take a bite
without feeling like it is wrong
you wonder “have i been this way all along”
is it just in my head? i thought i was strong.