Skinny

Not a morsel of food
has passed your narrow lips in days,
so how come the girl in the mirror
is fatter than ever?

Your mother pretends to mean well

as she hands you a loaded plate,

but in reality she's just desperate to fatten you up

like the prize pig you truly are.

Only water will suffice,

for anything else is a poison,
regurgitated once the humiliation is over,

to clear the evidence of weakness,

the shame of giving in.

The others
with their model figures,
their size zero frames,
they do not understand how it feels
to be so disgusting.
They say you are one of them,
skinniest of the lot even,
but you know they are just teasing.

Five hundred sit ups is not enough
if you want to combat that stomach of yours, love,
those mounds of repulsive gloop
you have brought upon yourself.

600 tonight.