Pieces of Me that Hurt

I cannot eat in front of my roommate.

There’s too much noise to be made,

Too much sound.

I’m too big for this skin and all a part of me wants to do is

Shr

I

N

K.

So I sneak,

Like a thief

In the night.

My sisters visited,

Tank tops,

Mid drifts,

Tight jeans.

I swallowed every painful thing,

The food looked delicious,

It tasted like ash.

I thought I was getting better,

But a part of me will

Never

Stop

Wanting

To

Be

smaller.