Tempting smells and sights all around,

The monster in my stomach growling for food

But the voice in my head whispering insults of the sort.

“You’re fat, ugly, disgusting”

The constant torment of the voice never ceasing.

Food becomes my worst enemy

Gazing into the mirror, feeling sickened by the image the looks back.

As the days go on, the mind gets shot down by bullets

Thoughts revolving around the enemy.

The constant torment of the voice never ceasing.

Friends and family begin to speak out

Comments about giving up, giving in to the enemy.

But they just don’t understand

The battles I have fought with the enemies.

The struggle to wake up, to survive the days, survive

The constant torment of the voice never ceasing.

Though I see a fat person looking back in the mirror,

Everyone else sees a girl withering away.

The torture I have put myself through

Is showing its ugly results.

The constant torment of the voice never ceasing.

One day you’ll realize

That no matter how much you hate yourself

Those around you love for who you are.

You must love yourself for who you are and ignore

The constant torment of the voice never ceasing.

You are beautiful; you are perfect in your own way.

Ignore those voices in your head and listen to

The voices telling you that you are beautiful