I eat too much.
I'm a blub.
I look like a slob.
I don't cut, the scars are too visible.
I starve myself instead.
It's less noticeable.
"Have you gotten thinner?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"What's your secret?"
"I don't eat."
Poker faces.
Then they laugh, like I said something funny.
I don't.
They leave.
I sit alone and eat cupcakes.
They asked for piece.
I don't share my cupcakes.
It's my favorite snack.
I eat all the four cupcakes.
And I regret.
I sit.
Lunch has passed.
I ate nothing.
Dinner time.
"Honey, want something to eat?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
I'm starving.
My stomach is talking to me.
I don't listen.
I bathe.
I cry.
My eyes are red.
"Look how sleepy you are, must be tired."
"Perhaps."
My stomach starts conversing.
I don't reply.
I pray.
I sleep.
I repeat.
