When you look at me what do you look at?
At the outer shell?
The fat, the rolls, the flesh?
The over-abundance of what I am?
Do you see gluttony? Do you see sloth?
Do you look beyond? Can you see what is inside?
The heart, the mind, the soul? The over-abundance of who I am?
Do you ever question the looks you make? Do you ever question your eyes?
Ask them why they can only see the outside?
Do you ever question your brain? Ask it why it feels the need to ridicule?
Do you ever question your mouth? Ask it why it frowns?
Look inside my depression.
Do you see my hurt?
Can you feel my pain?
Can you heal my self-esteem?
Can you look beyond the outer?
Too many questions? Can I let go?
Only when you stop saying…
You would look so much better if…
That statement only starts the process all over again.
Addicted to food you question. How can that be?
I don’t know it just is.
Addicted to alcohol? You can live without.
Addicted to drugs? You can live without.
Addicted to food?
Have you ever tried to not eat?
Have you ever fasted?
The need over-powers the brain.
Don’t you have any will power?
I don’t drink, I don’t drug.
Food keeps everyone alive. Or so they say.
Food is killing me.
June Desmond lives and works in the beautiful White Mountains of New Hampshire. She is inspired by her children and her fantastical surroundings. Ms. Desmond is a member of the prestigious Berlin Writers’ Group.
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