i have a deep hunger
rooted in my chest like a tangle of thorns
i need to feed it
i do not want meat
nor milk
i do not want those in my body
i hunger for less
less of me
a smaller space to occupy
how dare i take up more than my fair share
i will shrink myself
to fit the space i have deemed appropriate
and beautiful
these legs are too big
these arms are too large
my cheeks too round
these curves
cut them off
these soft spots
make them firm
shrink me
shrink me
make me disappear