"i'm fat" she says.
the words roll off her tongue so effortlessly
as though she has said it numerous times before
in front of harsh reflections which
cut deep into her heart.
a shiver runs down her cold,
starved body, beneath layers and layers
of thick insulated clothes.

my spine remains still,
safe from the cold as it cowers behind thick
white blankets of insecurities,
invisible in a mass of mcdonalds.