he warns me of obesity / but what he doesn't know / is that i already know / i starve myself / i never wear shorts / because my thighs are huge / and my calves are not slim / like the models' in magazines.
i wish i wish i wish / that that was me / i wish i wish i wish / as i stand in front of the mirror / and criticize myself / and my body / whilst pulling and pushing and sucking in / and wishing with all of my heart / that i was beautiful.
it hurts my heart / it damages my mind / and it is all because of one fucking comment / that i let get to me.
(he gestures to the food that i had left untouched on my plate. aren't you going to eat that? he asks.
i can't get fat, remember? i reply.)
- WORDS LIKE VENOM [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: ACID IN MY STOMACH - 7.2.16]
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PoetryLIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
