I hate the fact that I'm hungry and can't eat
that delicious waffle and ice cream
or the disgusting pile of hamburgers
because I want to be beautiful and skinny
and all the other things that society wants me to be
just so they will love me and not pick on me
and call me fat or ugly and point out my flaws.
My oh-so-obvious flaws and imperfections
that just cry out for attention.
For cruel, cruel attention.
You may laugh at the big girl who sits by the corner
eating her bacon and cheese sandwich
while you nibble on your 90 calorie bar.
But at least she's not the one starving herself
just so she can fit into a size 0 dress.
Honestly, I just hate the fact that I care sometimes.
