I'm Full
If I slit open my wrist
What would I find?
Coconut water because they told me
It would make me thinner
When my friends and I go
Shopping we're thinking of numbers
They think of money
I think of the size I pray I won't have to wear
I'm constantly full
But my stomache is empty
I'm full of the hate
I feel for my body
And the only time I think
I won't feel overweight
Is when I'm underweight and
I forgot what it was to swallow
Skinny feels better than food tastes
But I've never felt skinny
Only tasted the scorn I see
In the eyes of boys who see my fat
Hiding under my shirt
If my boyfriend tries to put his arms around my waist
I push him away
Because his arms don't reach around me
Twice
My stomache is a sea
rolling, rolling, rolling,
These waves that won't go away
With crunches
I crave to be skinny,
I crave to feel good,
I crave pizza,
I crave to be thin,
I crave love,
I crave icecream,
I crave to look like a supermodel,
But I'm too full of waters and crackers
To indulge myself
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