the life that filled the gaps
in my jeans
tightens around my waist.
i can’t breathe.
i miss dying.
i know i’m not supposed to say that.
but i never had to think about tomorrow
and i liked the mirror.
maybe.
it’s not like i had the energy to look.
i eat now
because i want to live
but sometimes
my throat closes
when i swallow
and getting dressed in the morning
takes an hour.
at the end of it
i never want to leave my house again.
i know i’m not supposed to hate my body
but i do.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I fought with self image in my teens, over exercised and skipped meals. I have found peace but still can become overtaken with shame. I loved being thin but it is not natural for my body type. Life is for living. I hope you find self 💕 love.
Supposed or not, we feel how we feel. I hope you find peace with it, though. It's you. Don't hate you.