curled tight every night-
behind cereal boxes,
shoved deep in the closet-
on top of shelves,
just beyond my books-
They are always noisy,
growling loud as
hungry pangs in my stomach,
angrily stomping the floor,
as if wretched with waiting-
slow burning of calories-
Refusing to melt away,
they chatter about tight
jeans & hot bikini pieces.
One day, I look hard
in the mirror: double chin, big arms, fat legs-
a girl, who can't face her monsters-
Image from Tumblr - Whydoes-Nobody-Understand
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics - Monsters - Hosted by Brian Miller - I came across this image in Tumblr and it saddened me to read the blog of a young woman who hates herself and her body.
