In my phone There’s a contact name that’s just swear words The occasional bad bad word that I can say in therapy but don’t in public And it’s my mom’s contact name I changed it after our 1millionth fight Right before I left for uni Because she called me fat And at the time I was five months sober of my eating disorder Maybe sober isn’t the right word but whatever And my brain snaps I scream and cry She screams back at me I call her “fat” back because I’m mad And I spend the night sobbing I even call my abusive dad who chose to leave therapy because he thinks he’s getting better He hasn’t left his girlfriend who restricted food from me yet so, are you sure Dad? And he tries the whole facetime while I audibly cry to not sound mean about her And I thank him for trying in my head Because my mom only refers to him as slurs or Satan I eat the entire cake she got me in the fridge the next day Before even noon I feel bad immediately after but at least she can’t have any And then I’m suddenly jealous that she didn’t have any So no weight gain I drink two cups of iced coffee with that extra calorie Starbucks syrup And then my sister gets me Popeyes She gets me this after yelling at our mother Because we don’t really talk that much openly But we both have our own scars from her words Mine developed into eating disorders, cuts on my legs, and just general mental illness Hers just developed into being a rock solid wall When my mom comes home and sees me eating She takes a bite