Bulimia: My 90lb frienemy
Afraid of my weight, I invited her in unaware of her vampiric properties.
She excepted with a slither entering my every thought and action.
She made me get rid of food to make room for her.
Nights weighed down with food I couldn't fully
taste. Longing for the scale to read
that it was only her left
and soon it was.
only
her.
I learned of ways
to make her leave. It wasn't the traditional
kind to get rid of supernatural beings. Her small frame,
I heard, would always be felt inside of me. Days and days I would beg
for her to return. But as time passes it would get easier to leave her whispers
and possibly become more of myself again, though maybe a little fuller with her here.