I am full of the salt
I am full of the grease
I am full of the sugar that coats my teeth
Until I can’t taste the hunger anymore.
It is a heavy pressure
It is a dull ache
It is a slow fog
Moving from my stomach to my brain.
I ate because I was bored
I ate because I was lonely
I ate because I wanted to feel something
Other than the emptiness in the center of me.
My skin feels too tight
My clothes feel too small
My breath feels too short
I am full of the feast
I am full of the regret
I am full of the shame that comes after the first bite.
The plate is empty
The box is empty
The bag is empty
But I have never felt more crowded.
I am a body turned into a warehouse
I am a throat turned into a funnel
I am a heart turned into a stomach
I am stuffed until it hurts
I am stuffed until I’m numb
I am stuffed until I can’t move
I wanted to fill the hole in my soul
But I only succeeded in filling my skin.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
I am full of the salt
I am full of the grease
I am full of the sugar that coats my teeth
Until I can’t taste the hunger anymore.
It is a heavy pressure
It is a dull ache
It is a slow fog
Moving from my stomach to my brain.
I ate because I was bored
I ate because I was lonely
I ate because I wanted to feel something
Other than the emptiness in the center of me.
My skin feels too tight
My clothes feel too small
My breath feels too short
I am full of the feast
I am full of the regret
I am full of the shame that comes after the first bite.
The plate is empty
The box is empty
The bag is empty
But I have never felt more crowded.
I am a body turned into a warehouse
I am a throat turned into a funnel
I am a heart turned into a stomach
I am stuffed until it hurts
I am stuffed until I’m numb
I am stuffed until I can’t move
I wanted to fill the hole in my soul
But I only succeeded in filling my skin.
