When I grow up

Another poem written in the throws of my binge-eating.

When I grow up, I want to be happy and healthy and thin.

I want to stop avoiding reflective surfaces.

I want to go out with my friends and feel like I'm pretty enough to belong there.

I want to stop being held back by my flab

So I can have a better dream than wishing to be thin.

The End

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