I am not fine
Fat thats what I am
Ugly that's what I think when I look into the mirror, that mirror that just looks deeper into my eyes, that sees the hunger that fills them.
Searching for the food that will stop the never-ending disorder.
Help help that's what my mind screams every time I walk past my mom.
My mouth my mouth it ignores my mind and says I'm fine when she asks how I am.
I've always been this size I say when she asks me if I've been losing weight if I am getting smaller.
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