We talk about food but
not about food.
When I stand on the scales, shaking, eyes darting from
side to side, like I’m
desperately looking for an escape route, you know
who I’m scared of.
When I lose a pound, you know
that I’ve had a **** week.

Protein! Fibre! Vitamin D! Calcium!
So constipated.
What’s a carbohydrate that isn’t bread?
I had half a bowl of porridge and half a cup of tea this morning–
I was in a rush! I didn’t want to be late! I sleep in
until 10am now! It’s great!
But you know.
****.

We talk about food but
not about food.
****.