Skinny Sister

My Skinny Sister is skinnier.

Without trying, she has become thinner,

More suited to her frame, without skipping dinner.

Without trying, she has incited obsessive jealousy within me.

I weigh 30 pounds more than she.

Wishing I wasn’t so Ugly,

Counting steps

And doubling reps,

Measuring my abdomen.

Jealousy is a painful emotion.

I hate my sister,

And I miss her

So I grow stricter,

I hate what I see,

I assume everyone hates me

Being stricter would stop me from hating my sister.

I love her. I miss her.

I am jealous of her.

I skip dinner.

I exercise, almost passing out.

I count calories

Staring at my body in the mirror,

Tears in my eyes, helpless.

I wish I was the skinny sister.