Words Of a Feather

My body is a liar

It continues to grow without letting me know

Yet it pretends to be the same

Whether I eat more, less, or the same amount

Whether I exercise or not

My body continues to morph into a disgusting glutton

The numbers become my enemies as they mock me for how big they are

As she sneers at my body for changing

I keep counting and counting until these numbers go down

But what goes up cannot come down

I wonder how much I must starve myself

How much I must throw up

How much I need to be like everyone else

How much time I spent thinking rather than doing

Allowing my body to never think and only do one thing – grow

And yet I cannot see this change on the outside

Still with the same figure as before