I'm Fine.
But I'm not.
You called me fat.
You called me obese.
So I made a wish.
I became thin.
I watch you eat poison.
I smell the wretched scent of food.
I'm Fine.
You passed me on the street ywo years later.
You didn't know who I was.
You didn't remember.
You called me fat.
You called me ugly.
I'm fine.
YOU ARE READING
Thin
PoetryThese are poems that aren't for everyone. They are about anorexia. Don't read if it will trigger you. I'm writing from experience of a past anorexic. Thanks!
