Dear Food, PS: Are You The Enemy

Starve

Half the time 

I eat normally 

Knowing our bodies were meant to function

Not to look a certain way 

But the other half 

I hate my body

I need to stop eating

I need to work out 

I need to lose 100 pounds 

I can’t do this 

Calories, count them

Steps, count them 

Weight loss, keep track

I start to watch the numbers

Going down, down, down

I love the feeling of losing 

When its weight