PrettyThin

So I weighed myself this morning. 

107.

Fuck.

So I'm ABCing for a week. 

Then a weigh-in.

I hate my mother. All she does is barges into my room and bitches, on and on and on and on and on and on.

She always takes my step-father's side on EVERYTHING.

She doesn't even listen to what I say.

She doesn't notice anything anymore.

So I shut the door.

Then I look at all of these applications for private schools and elite-type shit.

So I get anxious.

And suddenly the room is too small.

And my heart can't beat fast enough.

And there's not enough air in the universe.

So I put it down.

Then I realize how much my bio teacher hates me, partnering me up  with my ex.

She knows he's my ex.

She knows it stings every time I have to email him about this stupid project.

How it burns whenever his crystal-blue eyes meet my own.

So I shake it off.

Then I realize that nothing,

Not any of this,

Would happen if I wasn't fat.

If I was skinny.

So I don't eat.