I'm not hungry...
I simply don't get hungry...
No one seems to notice though
I cook the food but
I'm not hungry
So it just goes to waste
I can't remember what a real meal tastes like
It's okay though
I'm not hungry anyway
It's been six months
I've lost seventy pounds
I look good
But I'm still not hungry
I still have a little more to go
It can't be that bad
Someone's noticed
I skip meals
And don't eat alot
Someone's noticed that
You can see my ribs
And I've lost weight
Forcing me to change up
To hide better
Because I'm pretty now
I can't afford to gain weight
I'm a size three..
I have friends
People pay attention..
At least more than they did
Before..
When I was a size 10
No one noticed the fat girl
In the back with her nose in a book
Unless it was to call her names
No one noticed the fat girl
With the sad tired eyes
But they noticed the thin girl
Who doesn't eat
Who doesn't socialize
So what's the difference?
I'm still me?
The only thing that changed
Was the size of my jeans
So I'll continue to be
Not hungry
Because at least then
I'm seen.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoetryThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
