Brittle
bones peeking through thin skin.
Blue
veins, visible just under the surface
Of the
cracked, dull membrane,
Pump life
to and from a hateful heart
Spreading
self-loathing deeper into every cell.
A
lifestyle meticulously planned.
Every meal
portioned, downsized.
Workouts
designed to break the body
Yet build
mental fortitude with each
Jerky
click of the second hand.
A smile
parts the lips when the scale
Rewards
sacrifices with shredded pounds.
They
diagnose this as a mental disease,
But really
this is war.
