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poem: 100

I don’t even know who I am looking at in in mirror,



I see a different version of me in different places.




Sometimes I feel disgusting


I feel guilty after eating what I need to eat



Each day that I weigh myself I don’t know really feel like the number is right.



I don’t know what I actually look like.



I see the same body I used to see months ago.



And it makes me not want to stop so I can reach that number.



I feel weak and tired,




It’s addicting.


eating disorder

poem: karmic cycle ►


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