When I wake up in the morning, flattened against my sheets
My body hesitates before stacking itself upright
As if it knows, this isn't right
As if it can give comparison between before and now

I put my hands on my waist
And for a moment they hover- where they used to fall no longer exists
I feel like I'm plunging my hands straight into my very soul
When they hit upon curves and bone
I marvel, poking at the skeleton uncovered under my skin

I loved myself then, I love myself now
More so even

I feel less real somehow
As if by my body dissapearing,
my soul becomes more detached
As if by eating less,
I become more free.