A little voice,
deep within me,
speak,
yells,
screams,
it wants to be heard,
has an argument,
for my rational self.
It tells me i’m fat,
ugly,
OBESE,
I ate too much.
My rational self yells,
and attempts to argue,
it says the scale doesn’t lie,
but for some reason,
my ED screams back,
doesn’t remain silent,
must win the war,
it says the number’s too high.
I peer at myself,
deep into the mirror,
my gaze falls on my stomach,
popping,
sticking out,
ginormous!
It must flatten
I hear ED.
he tells me I’m hopeless,
pointless,
and big fat PIG
and I can’t help it,
so I believe him