Still running on empty.
A stomach grumbling is my applause.
I’m starting to see some changes,
But not enough to cover the flaws.

No one has noticed the loss,
The sharpening of my frame.
Bones more visible than before,
But not enough to cover the shame.

I feel my thighs touch
With every ******* step I take.
I only feel ugly now
When I remember I’m awake.

In a world desperate to break me,
And being smothered by those who “care”,
I will refuse to be controlled.
Like a tree, I’ll live on air.

Like a flower, I’ll feed on sunshine.
Every “no, thank you” is really “yes, please”
Because the tinier you make your waist,
The weaker you make his knees.

I know that I’m stronger than food.
Eating or crying is now allowed.
Don’t stop until you’re empty.
Don’t stop until you’re proud.