“Wow, I have to go purge now,” says my friend.

Tell me, what good will that do?

You can puke,
You can starve,
You can obsess.

What will that make you?

A size smaller?
Five pounds lighter?
Happy?

Don’t you know we’re all the same?

We all bleed blood,
We all breathe air,
We all feel inadequate at times.

Model, student, mother,
Whatever…
I don’t care what role you play.

Don’t you know we’re all the same?
Maybe not what we see with our eyes,
But on the inside.