No matter how many times I try
Your voice always
Runs in the back of my mind.
Telling me
To do this, and do that.
And if I don’t listen
Your grip becomes tighter around my neck.
Everytime my stomach grumbles
You force me to drink more water,
Telling me that food isn’t good for you.
Everytime I want to eat,
she throws me in front of my mirror
making me look at my fat.
So much for that meal.
Weeks go by and i'm not doing much better.
But I'm almost there.
One more pound she whispers.
At first I was relieved,
but what does one more pound really mean?