The top button
is always left undone
when I sit,
so that when I’m sitting,
I can rest–
properly rest,
my mind too-
an escape from feeling
‘too much’-
too bloated,
too big,
too…
fat.
My entire self-worth tied to how my stomach feels.
Pathetic, really.
Pathetic that I’m more scared of my own flesh
than I am of dying.
-sad but true.
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