Mar 2019
I’ve lost 5 more pounds.
“You look so good!”
With every compliment I feel heavier.
“You’ve lost so much weight!”
Tomorrow I won’t eat.
“I’m so proud of you!”
I’m so hungry.
“It looks like you’ve lost more weight..”
I did, but I won’t admit to it.
“Are you eating?”
Yes, but I won’t say how little.
“How did you do it??”
Trust me. You don’t want to know.
“You look so good!”
With every compliment I feel heavier.
“You’ve lost so much weight!”
Tomorrow I won’t eat.
“I’m so proud of you!”
I’m so hungry.
“It looks like you’ve lost more weight..”
I did, but I won’t admit to it.
“Are you eating?”
Yes, but I won’t say how little.
“How did you do it??”
Trust me. You don’t want to know.
I struggle with Anorexia and no one knows. This poem is comprised of things I’ve had people say to me and the responses I’ve made in my mind. Everyday is a battle and everyday I lose a little more.
