This Way
I didn’t choose to be this way.
I didn’t make myself this way.
I don’t know when it moved in, making me the enemy.
Now fighting tooth and nail for the body I once had.
Now wishing I saw a different body in the mirror.
You can do it, it’s not hard, they say.
Just eat less, they say, but now less is too less.
Yet every ounce clings to me, no matter the rations.
This is what’s born from a home of unhealthy obsessions.
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