Eat

I am lying in bed, not yet ready to get up and face the day.
I am on day six.
It feels good.
I have lost twenty pounds.
Ten over my mark.
But when I look in the mirror across the room, I start to cry.
For some reason, I am still fat.
Fifteen more pounds, and fast.
I cannot live if I am fat.
This proves itself as my vision flickers and my head whirls when I try to stand.
Maybe I will just stay in bed today.
School can wait.
Jeremy and Reagan were going to try and talk to me today, anyways.
‘‘W H O . D O . T H E Y . T H I N K . T H E Y . A R E?’’