i used to be happy and i didn't care about what i weighed or what i'd wear but then they laughed they called me fat fat... unless they could see my bones but they couldn't covered by skin, muscle, and fat fat maybe it was something i could control just don't eat and you'll reach your goal so then i was unhappy and all i did was care the only things i'd eat were water and air fat... unless they could see my bones but they couldn't covered by skin, muscle, and fat fat so i escaped to my phone where they weighed less than me but still said "i need to be skinny" if they were fat, then what was i? so ill keep starving and hurting until you can finally see my bones
TRIGGER WARNING: This may be triggering who have had/have an eating disorder. I'm truly sorry if you can relate to this poem. Obviously, this poem comes from personal experience. It was during covid, and I was on my phone so much, seeing people who were slim talking about their bodies and hating themselves so much. That led to me not eating, passing out, and then emotionally eating. I would shove food down my throat, I would starve, I would spend weeks alone in my room. This poem was honestly just a way for me to get out my feelings, but I hope that if you're reading this, you know that you're not alone.
