I check, check, and check again.
To no avail,
Nothing has changed.
I tell my mother
“I’m much too busy for breakfast”.
I hide when it’s dinner,
and I’m in the bathroom by desert.
I keep a tape measure with me at all times,
as if some security blanket,
that is mine.
I hope and pray,
to see a change,
to no avail: nothing has changed.
I come across as just a normal girl,
you never would have guessed it,
you never would have seen it coming.
That’d I'd be the girl,
that one girl,
there’s always one:
Singled out and teased.
like my problem is not some sort of disease.
Well, I've had enough of all these
silly things.
Because I checked, checked, and checked to
no avail.
Nothing has changed.
It might be time to face the music,
I can no longer wear a veil,
I can no longer hide,
from who I am inside
I have anorexia
this isn't something to hide!