i think i knew it was getting
bad again when the
oversized hoodies began to
claw their way out from the
back of my closet and into
each outfit i wore.
when my meals
began to feel like a 100,
200, 300 calories too much.
when looking in the mirror
began to feel like a task as
it always ended with 5, 10, 15
more sit-ups won't hurt.
when my body felt the
need to hit the floor almost
as much as my hair did.
i reckon i've counted more
fallen strands than i ever
could reasons to live.
when the remains of my
skin and bones began to
look like an abandoned art
piece with streaks of green,
blue and purple that never
quite made sense.
when my eyes became
deprived of any life only
ever lighting up at the
sight of my rib cages
decaying outline.
or perhaps it was when i
realized skinny was all i
ever had.
with a face far from pretty
my weight was the only
thing people found worthy
of compliments.
after all being thin was all i
could be,
all i was good at.
i knew it was getting bad
again when the bad days
came disguised as good
days that brought me that
much closer to a skinnier
waist.
-a letter to the irony of
hating math
YOU ARE READING
drown me in your noise
Poetrywhat's a quote that completely shattered you? a quote that destroyed your soul and your entire being. one that made you cry like you've never cried before. one that still breaks you when you think of it?
