i don't know, don't know, don't know why the number on the scale only seems to decrease

i don't. eat the same 

i guess

everything these days i consume
comes with the bitter twist of guilt 
and a sour taste of disgust at myself 

but i don't think-
i don't think i realized? 
that between september and now, 
i have lost 12 pounds. 

137 to 125, i don't know why

but i don't fit my dresses anymore, 
loose around the waist and gathering in all the wrong places

tell me i haven't gone wrong

but i know this isn't really all that great 
and all i know 
is the layer of softness on my belly 
that i claw at during the night. 

The End

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