Food For Fright
Food For Fright
Why does fueling my own body fill my heart with guilt by the gallon?
Why do I lie unconscious beneath the surface of an ocean of self-hate after completing such a simple task as eating?
Is it beyond my control, a subconscious habit?
Is my own brain out to get me?
I look in the mirror and pray for the reconstruction of my entire being.
I grovel for a blank page where I can draw up my own blueprint of the person I long to be.
