Hunger rips me apart bit by bit.
I tell myself it'll pass eventually, but does it ever really pass or do you just learn to live with it?
I look in the mirror,
reminding myself why I do this, reminding myself that I will never see results without a little pain.
I poke and prod at my bones, ashamed of the useless fat hanging off.
I stare in the mirror,
I am never thin enough.
