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It's Wednesday. A flicker of nerves runs through me. What will it say today? The machine that holds half my worth. I worked out four times last week. But you skipped a day—two weeks ago. I've been eating 1200 calories. Have you? What about the late-night snacks at 10 PM? What about the weekends? The scale will see. It won’t lie. I get on, and immediately, I hate myself. A 2.5-pound weight gain in 14 days I want to starve I want slit my wrists See if it teaches me a lesson: Eat less, Work harder, Harder, HARDER The scale mocks me. I hate it so much, But I can’t stop. It’s an addiction. Tell me— What will you show me in seven days? Will I finally be enough then?
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
Numbers Break Me
It's Wednesday. A flicker of nerves runs through me. What will it say today? The machine that holds half my worth. I worked out four times last week. But you skipped a day—two weeks ago. I've been eating 1200 calories. Have you? What about the late-night snacks at 10 PM? What about the weekends? The scale will see. It won’t lie. I get on, and immediately, I hate myself. A 2.5-pound weight gain in 14 days I want to starve I want slit my wrists See if it teaches me a lesson: Eat less, Work harder, Harder, HARDER The scale mocks me. I hate it so much, But I can’t stop. It’s an addiction. Tell me— What will you show me in seven days? Will I finally be enough then?
#bodydysmorphia#anxiety#scale#weight#selfharm
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
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