When I look in the mirror I hate what I see
The only word that comes to mind is "fat"
Your body is your shell and the holder of souls
It should be taken care of and yet, I've destroyed mine
It is covered in permanent reminders of uncontrollable self-indulgence
If you hate what you see shouldn't you try and change it?


I used to be skinny and toned until I ****** it all up
It's crazy to think that someone could do that to themselves
I do not remember when or why I started eating too much
All I remember is my jeans suffocating my legs and my shirt being too tight
It did not seem like I was eating that much and the exercise had come to a complete stop
Nothing has ever made me hate myself more than stepping on a scale that reads 175


As I sit on the bathroom floor questions start to flood my mind
Why did I let myself get like this?
How can someone love your body if you cannot?
Will I ever find a way to accept the mess I've made?
I cannot answer these questions because I am distracted by my stretch marks
While I feel how deep they've gotten all I focus on is the taste of stomach acid on my lips