Tight pants and baggy shirts I haven't eaten yet today Right now my stomach hurts Smoke later and I'll be okay
I have this obsession With being sickly thin Caused by my depression I hate the shape I'm in
I'm already so skinny So there isn't any logic You probably wouldn't pin me For someone who cannot stop it
My mind hates my body My soul hates my mind My mind tries to rob me My soul leaves me blind
So I wage this war daily Until one of them fails me For now I let my ribs show Like feelings you'll never know
And this isn't some kind of joke Or some sad poetic fiction I live off cigarettes and Coke Struggling with this odd addiction
Body image is a terrible thing, and my self-image is worse. I am my most critical mirror, and every now and then my mind attacks me a little more than I would like. This is one of those days.