When Is Enough Enough
Teetering on the edge of the cliff
Tipping the scale in my favor
Looking down, my stomach twists
All food has lost its flavor.
My broken spirit drowns in the abyss
This number is my identity
My self-esteem, a sliding scale
This number is the enemy.
That growling pain will go away-just need to sleep it off
Choking down the Benadryl
As I gag and start to cough
I think I might be ill...
"Sticks and stones"- they hold no weight
And yet my heart still breaks
But body shapes aren't all figure eights-
We're all different widths and lengths!
I block out their words, my head in the sand
As it sifts through the hourglass
Time to return to the daily impasse.
A haze of tears and confusion lifts
As I step on the scale
I hold my breath.
When is enough enough?
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