is it a surprise self-love is feels foreign when
we’ve been raised fluent in
self-hate?
“lazy” becomes your mantra
“Useless”,
the rally cry anorexia uses
to tighten its grip
The past becomes
a dull ache
in your bones
Slowly the future
is taken over
by nothingness
The tears become
less
as the pain
is clouded by starvation
It’s hard to feel anything when
you’re
