Sometimes (I Still Win)

Sometimes I still worry about starches.

Sometimes I still quickly lift up my shirt

When I think no one will see

And I glance at the nearest reflection.

Sometimes I stare.

Sometimes I keep staring.

Sometimes I eat apples

Even when I don't really want them.

Sometimes I get really upset when someone touches my stomach.

Sometimes I want to lash out

Or cry

Or explain to them

That I just ate

That my stomach is really fat

That I can't possibly imagine why they would do that 

Why they would touch my stomach.

Sometimes food dictates what clothes brush over my skin in the morning.

But at the end of the day, 

When I sit down with a smile

When I eat the shrimp I just grilled all on my own

When even after that

I go and read a book

In my dimly lit room

Or instead I shoot zombies

With the two men I love most in this world

When all the while my food digests

When it FUELS my body

Does anything else really matter?

At then end of the day

I still win.