the chair in his office was uncomfortable
as was i
when he pushed his wide-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose
adjusted his stethoscope
and asked
why on earth i would want to have an eating disorder,
my body was so beautiful
his eyes lingering on my thighs
a few seconds too long
as he looked me up and down
in that moment
i didn't know whether to thank him
or get out of the room as fast as possible
i wanted to puke
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
the chair in his office was uncomfortable
as was i
when he pushed his wide-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose
adjusted his stethoscope
and asked
why on earth i would want to have an eating disorder,
my body was so beautiful
his eyes lingering on my thighs
a few seconds too long
as he looked me up and down
in that moment
i didn't know whether to thank him
or get out of the room as fast as possible
i wanted to puke
this is not a poem at all
just a gross memory
