I didn't mean to.
I wanted to. But not this way.
I stepped on the scale and saw words, not numbers.
They said fat, they said gross.
So I counted.
60 for a slice of bread. 200 is high for a snack.
Panic when I see 700 before dinner.
I lay down and that is the only time I can feel a bit of my hipbone. Fat makes it kind of hard to do that.
I am a fat girl. Counting her calories 'til I reach my goal.
