by Laura A.
i asked to be skinny
hoping somehow the ribs on my side would reflect happiness.
i believed eating was a monster
and should never let it sease my mouth.
skin and bones
like a notebook with papers,
blank and hungry.
waiting to be written,
hoping i would be living without food
carbs through the throat and running side my tongue.
A story about how,
a somehow of a change
deliberating the change from starvation to real health,
food is a friend not a foe,
i asked for beauty with being thin,
i got a case of anorexia and the left overs of bulimia.
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