The Calorie Counter
The Calorie Counter
She was fat, fat, fat
They were no longer envious of her once "perfect body"
Oh, the discontent in the pit of her stomach when she realized what she had done
She was gaining weight, and losing herself
She started to count, and she became obsessed
Over four months, she lost all she had obtained, and more
They began commenting on how skinny she was
Her face had hollowed out
Her stomach had flattened
Her breasts had shrunk dramatically
Her thigh gap had returned
Her ribcage had surfaced again
In theory, it sounded like a dream come true, but it all came at a cost
So young, supposed to be carefree
She counted every single calorie that entered her body
She could not stop
This life she led, was not living
There was no way out, all she could think, were thoughts of food
Yes, she was their version of "pretty"
But she was empty, just a shell of a person
She felt constant panic, and worse she felt obese
She would look in the mirror, and see
Fat on her hips
Chub on her thighs
Dough on her arms
Her mind and reflection deceived her
She was not herself anymore
Her identity was stolen by the "calorie counter"
She would never come back
She had destroyed herself in order to please them
She found herself preoccupied with the things of this world, the meaningless things
She watched herself whither away, not only her body, but also her soul
Tell her how she can be found
Tell her that her weight does not define her
Their opinion does not define her
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