110 The cursed number 110 In bone and blubber 110 The taste inescapable 110 My thoughts are nonsensical 110 Shrink it further 110 To be skinny I'd ****** 110 The burden of weight 110 All myself I hate.
My therapist blinks Once Twice “But you know that’s no good”
I stare thoughtfully “Yes”
Yes, I know how many calories it takes to keep from fainting, To keep the growling at bay To stop the cramping But that doesn’t stop my body from revolting every time I take a bite It doesn’t keep the calculator from running It doesn’t make unsafe foods seem safe
Because nothing stops the pain like physical pain. And up until this point nothing has ever felt quite as good as hunger.