It's not a problem, it's a solution.

There is that

I haven't eaten in a week

Feeling

Head feeling like a cloud

Eyes feeling like a rock

Stomach feeling like spoiled milk

Body feeling like the flu

Your mind understands that it needs to eat and your eyes are dying to eat that strawberry pie

But your stomach is fighting your head, wanting nothing but to go to sleep

And your body agrees.

There is that

I haven't eaten in a month

Feeling

Head buzzing with non existent white noise

Eyes forever searching for something they can't see

Stomach cringing from unbearable pain

Body thinning from the sickness

Your mind doesn't even care anymore, but your eyes frantically stare at the mirror, looking for a girl who's disappeared

And your stomach has it's eyes closed, dreaming about the taste of food, unaware that it's right. there.

Your body is snacking on itself, taunting your stomach who can't even enjoy the stored fat your body is nibbling.

There is that

I'm still not eating

Feeling

Mind gone

Eyes giving up on seeing a more beautiful reflection

Stomach drying up, hoping to fall from its longing position

Body hyperventilating from prospective hunger

Your mind and your eyes find the sleep once reserved for your stomach and body

And your stomach is reaching out to death

Your body is running out of supply, fat disposed of and muscle becoming sparse.

There is that

I'm dying

Feeling

Mind dreaming

Eyes blinded

Stomach smiling

Body unaware

Your mind jolts awake with the image your inner eyes visualizes:

Your body, silent and decomposing, luminescent bones finally emerging through skin

The last thought is "I'm finally going to be beautiful"

As your stomach receives its wish.


--Julie