Why
My stomach is growling,
My head is pounding,
My breath is shaky;
But it is satisfying.
My stomach is slimming,
My thigh gap is showing,
My face is thinning,
But it is satisfying.
My skin is tight,
My bones are protruding,
My weight is below average;
Yet it is satisfying.
I can still feel the fat,
I can still feel the weight,
I can still hear your comments;
I am not yet satisfied.
I cannot eat yet,
I cannot eat,
I will not eat;
Not until I am satisfied.
I let the thoughts win,
I let your words win,
I let you win;
Are you satisfied?
Copyright © Daisy Tyrrell | Year Posted 2018
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