I don't like looking in the mirror but my body tells me I have to because maybe those 2 eggs and slice of avocado toast were the true tipping point for that extra pound I've been trying to shake for days
I don't remember the taste of fried chicken but my tongue is no stranger to coffee, water and tic tacks
They say you can't measure happiness but my mood has become dependent on 3 numbers on a scale not the quality of my day
I am so tired
I am tired of checking my body every time I pass my reflection making sure it's no different than yesterday or the last time I felt skinny
I am tired of going to bed hungry because if I eat any more I may not like what I see in the morning
I am tired of being cold all the time
Of brushing out clumps of my hair
Of counting food like it's a number I can't have too many calories or that stupid app on my phone is going to call me a failure
I am tired of caring about everything you say because maybe you didn't mean "fat" when you called me "big" but now I won't eat for 2 days just to make sure you're wrong
So go ahead eat your own words
Because I'm not hungry
