It's 6 am
I didn't sleep well
My stomach kept me awake
The cold sweats
Starting again
As my body fought to stay warm
I scramble upstairs
Turning on the bathroom light
What I see frightens me
Blood shot eyes
Dark circles
Pale face
Messy Hair
Holy hell.
I look like death
Nothing a little makeup can't fix
Let's see how we're doing
I step on the scale
Stripping out of my sweater
And PJ pants
Two pounds
Gone
