Literature
Nervosa
Thin—you must be thin,
Above all else,
Just bones and skin.
My form in the mirror,
So large and so ghastly,
With rolls everywhere,
Skin coated in acne.
The TV shows food,
Foods of all types,
From steak and potatoes to chicken and rice,
From alfredo, green beans, and beef cut from the hip,
To okra and peas and French onion dip,
And pizza and Reubens and fresh-smoked pastrami,
It looks so delicious,
I really am hungry—
No.
You can have nothing, not any of that,
Just one little taste could result in more fat,
More fat left for you to burn off or purge,
Just remember that when you get the urge.
You’re right.
Look at me.
So