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I see it everywhere - my sustenance, my enemy - if only you knew about it.

I whisper my truth, “Quod me nutrit, me destruit”

I cannot escape you, you’re there in my empty room, staring back from the mirror.

You scream:

“You will be FAT FOREVER! More exercise! Less food!”

I crumble before your honesty

Kneeling down and praying to the porcelain god for perfection

Because nothing tastes as good as thin feels



You all ask if I am for real - why I put myself through this.

“You are beautiful, Laura!”

Why do you speak to me these false articulations?

You can’t break my concentration - my dedication.

Stop trying to be my salvation!!!

We are all prisoners of our taste buds - BREAK FREE!



Can’t you see? Can’t you see?!



I want to walk on the snow and leave no footprints.

I want my collarbones and my hips

to be as sharp as my mind.

And I don’t care if it hurts

I want CONTROL.

I want a beautiful body

So I can have a beautiful soul.



Why are you so worried? So concerned?

You should have learned by now

That I can take care of myself - I know how.

I’ve done it for years.

I’ve never shown tears over my losses and crushed dreams

I’ve given a shoulder to cry on, kept secrets - hidden fears.

I’ve helped all my friends, been there when I can

Smiled fake smiles and held shaky hands.

I’m tired of being the one who always cares

Who’s present but not really there.



Don’t lie to me anymore. Don’t try to hide your disgust.

It will only lead to false friendship - false trust.

Tell me I’m ugly, tell me I’m fat

Don’t feed me lies, I don’t need that!

It’s my body, my life, my choice

I’m going to speak out - I’ve got a voice

Call me names and give me shit

because

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But names will always guide me.

And I’m tired of it.

I don’t want to be a secret anymore



But

In the end

I know if I tell you

You’ll simply hide me

and act like

Everything’s

Okay.



So what’s the point?