I sit there idle.
Not listening.
All alone.
Except I'm not in surrounded by people.
I play around with the food on my plate.
The idea of eating is abnormal to me.
I don't understand why I can't stop.
I suffer the consequences by just looking at my weight.
The comments I hear are always there.
In the background of anything I hear them.
"You're huge"
"You need to stop eating"
I can't stop.
I look at my body and turn away at the horrible sight.
Its my own fault really.
I found comfort in food for years and now I suffer.
I hear the other girls calling themselves "fat" and think if they think they're "fat", what am I?
I'm much larger than them or at least it feels as if I am.
"Maddie?"
I snap back to reality tears swelling up at the thought of eating.
My thoughts overwhelmed with "I shouldn't eat this" I don't deserve it"
"Maddie, are you okay?"
My voice is trembling. I can't say anything.
They would just think I'm "attention seeking"
Maybe they're right.
Maybe I am.
Maybe its because I'm silently crying for help.
"Maddie? Are you gonna answer my question?"
If I told her no, would she care?
Authors note: alot longer this time again please give me constructive criticism byee
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PoetryTW: MENTIONS OF EATING (I don't want to say eds bc Idk if what I said what did into that if you get what I mean but beware.) Idk what this is, might be counted as poetry or just writing Idk but I just wanted to write this.
