They always show these girls,
Skinny girls,
With the pizza,
The ice cream,
The junk foods.
Advertising.
And i think I can be one of them.
I think i can eat whatever i want.
And be okay.
...
No.
Its not okay.
Food is an addiction,
I don't care what anyone says,
Its an addiction.
Its whats eating me alive,
Even thought its he other way around.
Food can be your best friend,
It comforts you when your sad,
Its almost an activity.
Not thinking about what you need,
But what you want.
You become greedy.
Then you look in the mirror,
At the mess you've made.
You get on the scale and think-
"What have I done?"
And you can't blame anyone but yourself.
You can hide from it.
Crash all the mirrors and eat because its now what you do best.
Its all you want.
Sweet bits of happiness.
You forget for awhile.
You have an escape from life,
An escape from the stress.
But one day that mirror will find you.
And you will realize what you need to do.
Stop.
I don't want to be too far gone.
Too far to turn around.
But what is too far?
Am i already too far?
I might be clawing at my skin,
Crying in my bed,
Screaming
because i have to use food as energy,
Instead of entertainment.
It hurts,
Constantly fighting in my head.
But I have to
I can't look anymore.
I am not me.
I am suffocating.