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Dying to be Thin
One.
I am hungry.
But when am I not hungry?
Never.
Ana smiles.
I head to the pantry.
If I eat less,
I can eat more.
Or something along that line of thinking.
Ana stops smiling.
But she doesn’t say anything.
I open the door:
Doritos,
Milano’s,
Fritos,
Lay’s,
Pop-Tarts,
My brain can’t seem to comprehend,
All of this food my eyes are seeing.
Saliva floods my mouth,
Stomach acid bubbles in anticipation,
I could eat this whole pantry.
But nothing tastes,
As good as thin feels.
I sigh,
My mind desperately wanting my arms,
To reach and grab,
And stuff and stuff,
All the forbidden treats,
Deep inside my empty stomach,
Until I explode.
Instead,
My arms,
Close the door.
I head to the fridge.
Open the door.
Fridge pickers wear big knickers.
Ana intones,
As I reach for the dinner I didn’t eat last night.
I slam the door shut,
And press my back up against it,
Digging my fingernails into my things,
To keep from moving my arms,
So that I can’t get to the food,
I’m craving so severely.
I can feel Ana’s approval,
As my stomach grumbles louder.
Someone,
Please,
Make her stop.
But when am I not hungry?
Never.
Ana smiles.
I head to the pantry.
If I eat less,
I can eat more.
Or something along that line of thinking.
Ana stops smiling.
But she doesn’t say anything.
I open the door:
Doritos,
Milano’s,
Fritos,
Lay’s,
Pop-Tarts,
My brain can’t seem to comprehend,
All of this food my eyes are seeing.
Saliva floods my mouth,
Stomach acid bubbles in anticipation,
I could eat this whole pantry.
But nothing tastes,
As good as thin feels.
I sigh,
My mind desperately wanting my arms,
To reach and grab,
And stuff and stuff,
All the forbidden treats,
Deep inside my empty stomach,
Until I explode.
Instead,
My arms,
Close the door.
I head to the fridge.
Open the door.
Fridge pickers wear big knickers.
Ana intones,
As I reach for the dinner I didn’t eat last night.
I slam the door shut,
And press my back up against it,
Digging my fingernails into my things,
To keep from moving my arms,
So that I can’t get to the food,
I’m craving so severely.
I can feel Ana’s approval,
As my stomach grumbles louder.
Someone,
Please,
Make her stop.