Shrink To Fit
I want to be able to fit a size 0.
I want to be narrow. I'm a size 3,
what's more to see. I'm fat, I hate
my thighs, I hate looking at myself
in a bathing suit. Everyday i'm hungry.
I want to just eat and stuff my face, I pine
and grieve for my space. I eat around my family and
friends so they won't have any concerns. I walk away to be alone,
and later I just throw up everything that I've known.
Unlike my family and friends, I am unconcerned. I think
i'm fine and later, I cross a thin line. I pass out
with no thoughts or worries in my mind. I regain
myself again, and continue my same routine.
I want to be able to fit a size 0. I want to be
narrow.
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