My heart races and my mind swivels as it disagrees with the slightest gain.
My stomach knots and my esophagus swells as I indulge in immoderation.
A perpetuation of gourmandization and deprivation founding counter-productivity.
A generation of dissatisfaction with my self-imposed captivity.
I resent my insane commitment and long rehabilitation.
I cherish the parts of me that are left, and dream of a world where the heft of imperfections doesn't found distress.



Sunday 28 July 2024