people compliment my eating disorders and
obsession over my body
without even knowing it. fuel for the fire always raging
in my stomach.
today,
a woman asked,
"if you were fifteen pounds heavier,
is this the shirt size you would buy for yourself?"
and held up a medium.
i said ma'am i don't know, i'm a small,
always have been.
she answered, "oh i knew that,
you're on the tiny side of small,
it's just my niece, thin as she is, isn't quite as small as you.
i was just wondering."
i went back into the employee bathroom
and lifted my shirt up
over my ribs.
after that, my stomach didn't hurt as much as before.
in fact, i could almost say it was
purring with pleasure.
sup
Comments
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love the ending.
in interesting sad little piece.
definitely a great one
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