Food is everywhere
At the store on the shelves
On my mind all the time
It is a good thing
That addition comes easily
Because I am always counting
How many calories are enough
To keep my head conscious
But my stomach screaming
And these lines from bleeding
And my thighs from touching
Only pretty girls can hold
Air between their legs
And have hipbones that
Protrude like daggers
And collarbones that swallow
The skin surrounding them
Please do not invite me to
Your holiday parties
Because my head will
Tell me to eat and then
Later shove my own
Fingers down my throat
You do not know desperation
Until you have spent hours
Crying because you
Saw your own reflection
I did not ask for this
I do not want it
But my head tells me that
Happiness is
Only found in bones
And flowers only bloom
If you’re pretty