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?