Friday, March 4, 2016


Someone caught me
smiling at myself in the mirror.

I feel great today, I told her
and she just smiled

mockingly at my tummy fat,
and looking down I swore

to never skip
skipping breakfast,
or dinner again.

I want to believe my mom
when she worried about how thin
I am getting, but the whispers

on the street tell me otherwise.
Who knows what they're saying

about the fat girl who just passed by?

I looked at the girl
behind the glass,
who caught me smiling
at myself, and she isn't smiling
anymore and I think

she just realized
how much of herself

she has to lose
to feel whole.

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