I am not going to explain the scars on my wrist

Or size of my waist to the ratio of my hips.

I’m not going to apologize for the way my ribs protrude

and that my stomach is still not flat

because that, is utterly ridiculous.

To pretend that my anorexia isn't really there;

shut behind closed doors and locked away by people’s words.

I won’t say sorry for all the times I refuse to eat.

That’s not your problem! That’s all me.

Knowing that one day, I might crash on the floor and bleed.

Knowing that I might suffocate from all the things they’ve said to me.

It’s a battle that I have to fight,

every single day for the rest of my life.

So stop telling me what I need to do!

My body is not an apology and it’s certainly not for you.


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