My stomach wants to be slim, pure, empty,
Yet the phrase “dinner is ready!”
Never fails to tempt me.
Suck it up and puke it out.
The porcelain bowl filled to the brim,
Every time hunger comes, I begin to feel grim.
My body, A battlefield, ravaged with envy.
These girls on social media, “God I wish that was me”.
I eat these...
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