Eat

I stand in front of the mirror, observing the damage.
Fat pools around my stomach.
Ribs cannot even be seen in the sea of fat.
Turn around.
My spine cannot be found.
Turn around for a second time.
My cheeks are full of chub.
I miss my bones.
My body is covered in a thick layer of fat
I turn away.
I cannot look for a moment longer upon the fat infecting my body.
The mirror hurts more than the starving does.