My body is not mine

Do you know what its like

to look in the mirror and hate what you see?

Well, what that feels like, is what it feels like to be me

Strange it must be, to not focus

on the rolls of my jeans when i sit.

And, it's normal to walk around breathing in all day, isn't it?

I can't help but be excited when I'm told I look skinny

Well, I guess it really pays

Not to eat a real meal in days

But then my body, it punishes me

making me binge eat all night

reminding me I'm fat, ugly and unhealthy, all out of spite

The pleasure of takeaways and cheat days

only last their duration

before they're plagued with the guilt and the sickness and starvation

My body is not mine

it belongs to a society

That incites and promotes this eating anxiety

Why can't I look in a mirror

and like what I see?

I don't want to care about the numbers on a scale, I want to be free