finally the numbers are decreasing
getting closer to the ideal rate
i can feel myself getting thinner
the process is slow but steady
but summer is nearby and it need to go faster
i make myself vomit again
i skip my meals once more
maybe this way
i can be beautiful for once
but when i look in the mirror
the eyebags are still noticeable
the face that disgustingly stared back
the smile that always seems to lie
the eyes that are never good enough
the legs that are too fat
the stomach that never looks plain
is it too hard to love myself?
even though i seem alright
i know im slowly breaking
but is okay because at the end of the day
no one cares enough to stay

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