Need to Do Better

Meals left uneaten, bites of chicken or handfuls of rice in the trashcan

Under the darkness of night, they run their hands over their body

Checking how prominent their bones are, their ribcage,

Hip bones, how close their hands are to meeting in the middle of

Their stomach, tight with worry and

Anxiety stemming from thoughts of how they need to do better,

Repeating memories in their head of “You need to eat more.”