Obesophobia

I can't help but grin as my stomach sounds.

I can already feel myself shedding off the pounds.

"I'm not hungry." I coo with a soft smile.

If only I can hold out for a little while.

My bones grow weak as the days pass by.

But it goes well with the purple under each eye.

When I stand I'm left with a dizzy sensation.

I feel accomplished with masked anticipation.

Mother cries, Father groans.

"All you are is skin and bones!"

I ignore every plea.

I'm trying to be perfect, can't you see?

On the fifth day is when I did colapse.

But when I get home from the hospital I will relapse.

My stomach is empty and so is my heart. 

When will my self confidence start?

Just twenty more pounds is all I ask.

Maybe thirty if it's an easy task.

Seven days out of the hospital is when my heart stops.

Mother and Father sobbed as they called the cops.

I left this world with a mortal sin.

But at least in my casket I was finally thin.

C.M.