One day I looked into the mirror
and, like always, a fat girl stared back.
So finally, after years of Anorexia
knocking on my white door.
I answered it.
I let it in and I fucked it
for everything it was worth.
Then I got a little STD called Bulimia
that spread through me like a bad rash.
So I fingered my throat until it came
and took special pills and creams.
Then people started to say I was
"too skinny."
As if that were possible.
So I tried to practice abstinence
even though I was never pure.
I ate my food, I digested it normally.
I made friends with people I never liked.
I somehow even caught a guy.
This guy was not a boyfriend
because he had "trust issues."
which is code for:
"I want you to feel bad for me so you'll fuck me."
Which I did.
I still don't know why.
I started to like myself
and really believed I was normal.
Because I had friends, a man, a body, and finally
Anorexia, Bulimia, and I were no longer
three way fucking.
But unlike my friends and my not-boyfriend,
Anorexia and Bulimia had my back.
And when my friends ditched me
and Mr. "Trust Issue" and I got into a fight,
they caught me as I fell.
Now I fuck them every night.
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Prompt #1.. and kind of 10?
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Comments
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One day I looked into the mirror
and, like always, a fat girl stared back.
So finally, after years of Anorexia
knocking on my white door.
I answered it.
I let it in and I fucked it
for everything it was worth.
wow. straight out. honest
Then I got a little STD called Bulimia
that spread through me like a bad rash.
So I fingered my throat until it came
and took special pills and creams.
Then people started to say I was
"too skinny."
As if that were possible.
and it continues!
I made friends with people I never liked.
I somehow even caught a guy.
This guy was not a boyfriend
because he had "trust issues."
which is code for:
"I want you to feel bad for me so you'll fuck me."
Which I did.
I still don't know why.
i like your style
Because I had friends, a man, a body, and finally
Anorexia, Bulimia, and I were no longer
three way fucking.
But unlike my friends and my not-boyfriend,
Anorexia and Bulimia had my back.
And when my friends ditched me
and Mr. "Trust Issue" and I got into a fight,
they caught me as I fell.
Now I fuck them every night.
great ending
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