Measured Hunger
A poem about caution, comfort, and the body that carries us
Today is No Diet Day, when weight watchers take a break from keeping their eyes on their weight.
We do so without fear of scrutiny. Of accusing eyes.
We forget the courtroom, the hammer and the pedestal.
***
Mangoes
In my palm.
Pure sweetness.
Then, my eyes on--
The sugar. Sodum. Fat.
A man grabs snacks.
With abandon.
They fly neatly-
in packs, into the trolley.
I turn green.
***
The Family.
Voices at the dinner table.
Loud. Lingering.
"Too much." "Beware."
"Too much." Beware"
Fried chicken
Dances in front of my eyes.
They chomp.
***
Late.
Rain falls.
I break.
Tough drops. Hard taps.
Butter melts. Soaks--
The bread. But--
It warms my heart.
***
My body was not unkind. It--
Adjusted. Stayed. Endured.
The world translated weight
To numbers.
I taste -
Slowly. Calmly.
Without a hammer
Or a pedestal.
***
Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsuil-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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